[ If Hilda notices the effort she doesn't seem to let on being as focused as she is on her task. The smudges of black no longer line Reira's cheeks and after an apparaising once over it looks like Hilda may be done with her job.

But then she reaches into the depths of her pocket for a compact and immediately gets to work again. Thankfully they've got similar enough complexions that what she has on her should help smooth out some of the jarred concealer. ]

Funnily enough I ran into them on separate occasions while I was trying to avoid those lifeguard seagulls.

[ Though she attempts to act aggrieved by it there's a hint of mirth in her voice too as she recalls it. ]

I wasn't actively looking for them. It didn't even occur to me to look for them because we're on opposite sides of a war at home.