Irene leaned down so the curvatious shorty didn't have to reach up too much to help her out. She took a long drag and stood back up, tilting her head back to exhale so she didn't blow smoke in the girl's face. "Thanks," she said leaving the cigarette to hang at the corner of her mouth as she popped her lighter back into her pocket. Her eyebrows rose at her suggestion. Fix up the paint? Well it was pretty messy and streaky. It's not like she had been trying hard. The corners of her lips twitched at the compliment, "thanks. Digging your sexy Winter Soldier."<br/><br/>"But...uh....yeah sure," she finally conceded. The old greasepaint was kind of a mess. She hadn't asked for help with it, just slapped it on and called it done. "Suppose it could be neater...kinda hoping it washes off later...pretty sure it's from Vietnam." Her tone was dry and distant for the joke but her green eyes crinkled some at the corners. "Irene, by the way," she said as she reached out to grab Camilla's hand in a crushing handshake. Good thing she was wearing those gloves.<br/><br/><b>Location: </b>Quad<br/><b>Speaking to: </b>Camilla(<a class="username" data-user-id="34449" data-username="@alona98" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34449/">@alona98</a>)