Madeleine smolders in silence. She does not nod or shake her head, and no words come out of her mouth for the longest time. There are no signals except for the fire in her eyes for several desperate and silent minutes until she blinks, and after that sighs.

"That drone is [i]not[/i] to touch my clothes. We can make time tomorrow to make a trip over there and grab something... together."

And after that she did not make a peep of complaint. She ate without being ordered, drank appropriately, and left for the shower at the first gesture. 

When she came back out, dressed now only in a towel, the marker pattern was still visible on the skin she'd left exposed. Machia had been correct about the ramifications of not using the pink soap. Madeleine paused in the act of wringing out her hair to look down at her feet and observe a white stuffed tiger sitting in her path, maybe slightly larger than a typical house cat. She bent down to pick it up with a smile, and touched its forehead to hers. 

"Welcome to the demon's den, Blanche. Did the trip treat you well? ...I see. Reparations? No, I don't think we're in a position to... hm. I see. Well, no, that [i]is[/i] valid. You are wise among beasts."

The smile on her face faltered when she looked up and saw Machia standing there, staring at her. She tucked the stuffed animal in the crook of her arm and clutched at it possessively. 

"A-as anyone [i]serious[/i] about the occult understands, the best defense for any mage who seeks to conquers demons is a tiger. And after... too much research, I concluded that a live animal would be too difficult to care for long term while maintaining a training schedule that could advance me to regionals. And then of course it turned out that Tiger Escort Services were not [i]at all[/i] what you would think! A-a-and that, left, uh, Blanche."

She coughed. She had begun stroking the plush's fur, but didn't seem to notice. 

"Communing with the totem is the most cost effective way of increasing its potency as a spiritual tool. That is all you were witnessing. Do not snicker."

A pause. She glance down at her towel, and flushed red, which did wonders to highlight how much marker was all over her. 

"Right. I... hadn't anticipated you would be serious about my offer. So I do not have any pajamas with me. Is there anything I could borrow for tonight?"