[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/RWOU4JY.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Heaton Hall, Ladies Room; Manchester, England
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette considered herself a somewhat perceptive individual. It paid when dealing with people as you were able to tailor the conversation to your benefit. Her brother was an expert at doing that. Far better than her. He could charm anyone, especially the ladies. Though he never expressed interest in any of the women he was able to woo. He often said it was more the thrill of it than actually finding a prospective wife. That always irked her. While she was forced into an arranged deal, her brother had, more or less, some freedom to choose a bride.

Back to the matter at hand, Colette took the woman's compact from her hand, before the woman nearly dropped it. Colette was sure that this was more than just struggling with makeup. Colette could see the tears fall. The gloves rolled up far past what would be in season. The woman was showing less skin than what was fashionable. The colors. Her hair. Colette could make her own assessments from it. Did this have to do with the attack?

Colette sat down next to the woman and gently wiped the tears that fell from her eyes with her gloved hands. No need to further mess up her face. [color=E395B2]"Certainly. This will be no trouble at all."[/color] Colette opened the compact, gently applying some as she worked on the woman's face. There was more that needed to be fixed, but it wasn't her place to tell the woman about her style. [color=E395B2]"This will not take long, I think. Your face is naturally beautiful. It does not need much makeup."[/color] Colette wanted desperately to ask more about why this woman was taking great strides to hide. Hide her skin, her face, herself in this washroom.

[color=E395B2]"I do not know what has occurred, but I hope all is well."[/color] Colette wouldn't push if the woman didn't want to talk, but hopefully if she did this would show Colette was ready to listen. Often times a shoulder to cry on helped. She continued to help the woman with her face, knowing this was a kindness she was sure she could offer.