[ The ruined mascara doesn't go unnoticed by Hilda's watchful eyes. Luckily she's prepared for moments like this - nor is she the type of person to pick an outfit with a little utility to it. Dutifully she nods, an empathic look on her face. ]

You poor thing! To put you through all of that on top of dropping you here without any sort of explanation. Hopefully that's the last time that happens though. [ The exchange of names dispels the annoyance she has on Reira's behalf into a smile. ] I've been here for about six months. It's felt longer some days but it's easier with people you get along with.

[ Finally in the depths of her dress pocket she plucks the handkerchief that had been tucked into the folds of her dress and motions for Reira's face. ]

You have a little smudged make-up. And we can't have that. May I?