Oh, heavens. That tiny pout was cute. He'd smile if he could.

	That card has traces of magic in it. A caliper slides out of his left sleeve, and a scroll unraveling into a screen made of multiple glass sheets in his other sleeve. "[color=fdc68a]May I borrow that card, please?[/color]" [@spiral origin] [@wierdw] Quite the wariness for just a tiny card, but you never know when magic is involved.

	"[color=fdc68a]I'm not well-versed in fashion, but if your goal is to not look like a noble, I'd say you're doing alright.[/color]" He tilted his head up to glance at her face, then back down at the calipers. "[color=fdc68a]Just, respectfully, you'd do well to cast away those noble manners. Personally, being stuck in a chair for years certainly makes it easier.[/color]" A little self-deprecating joke in there to ease the tension.

	"[color=fdc68a]... I'd like to help you, in however way I can. The only payment I'll require is to hear your story.[/color]"

	Throughout all of his words, his jaw really hasn't moved. Surely, even if he has a cloth mask on...