[color=f49ac2]"Does the broken beauty have a name? Or was that stolen along with your left eye?"[/color] rang out a voice bizarrely like the aether, its unusual accent prompting Jolyne to turn around to face a woman, seemingly in her twenties, with striking, mischievous blue eyes and contrasting pink hair. After the childhood incident in which she lost her eye, she would face plenty of idiots trying to start something with her. Nothing she wasn't able to handle of course, but this one... something was off about her, something foreboding and strange, as the air seemed to tighten around the girl.

[color=f7920a]"Oh, you're incredibly observant, aren't you. I'm really glad your pair works."[/color] she said with her arms folded, and a slight smile, still chewing her mint gum, to let the stranger know her little insult didn't affect her in anyway. Jolyne raised a curious eyebrow after noticing her odd style of fashion, noting the relatively dated clothing. [color=f7920a]"Back from a fancy dress party or something, darling?"[/color] she asked with a mocking smirk, with a slight undertone of curiousity. [color=f7920a]"Or was that all you could find?"[/color] She wasn't going to back down, not after she had been insulted by some random stranger

This was rather odd, A female erratically approaching her during a rather... extravagant festival. She usually got romantic attention from hopeless men and women hoping to score points with the blonde-haired beauty, despite her apparent lack of a left eye, but someone blatantly walking up and attempting to rile her panties into a bunch? No, that didn't happen quite as often. Jolyne finally dropped the Whack-A-Mole mallet she had been grasping between lithe fingers, the entertaining weapon falling against the complimentary Whack-A-Mole machine, before the young lady turned around fully to give the woman a more complete once-over. Like she had thought before, that... feeling around the woman was even more pronounced the more she focused, and, in spite of herself, Jolyne felt some inklings of caution and fear impaling her normal sense of casual arrogance and superiority. The one time she didn't have a mindless drone around to tend to her every needs, and she was met by a potentially dangerous individual. Just her luck. She wondered if her brother was having as much fun as she was.