Her hands shook visibly upon the warning of the man, as she was completely observed into the little delicate thing. With more tender and care she glided the wings back to it's place and softly placed it back on it's original spot on the counter. She looked flustered, not used to the conversation of what was told the common man. She tried however, to smile and answer his question as kindly as she could. Her eyes losing a bit of her coldness, but she remained distant and reserved towards what seemed to be the entire shop. Her white gloved fingers were slightly dusted, and upon seeing the little flaw of her appearence she opened one of her bags and desperately tried to rub it off.<br/><br/><i>Oh mon dieu... 'ere I am, the first day in London, and already, unable to keep myself clean.. This assignment is not going to work</i>She thought to herself, her cheeks beginning to redden by the minute as she flipped up her head to look the creator of the creatures in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Oh.. Monsieur, excusez-moi.. I-I did not mean to break the petite volaille.. But explain, s'il vous plaît, w'at tu are saying about the petite t'ing? You are almost talking about it, as if it was actif! "<br/><br/>She looked with her stark blue eyes at the shimmering metal arm of the customer waiting at the counter, upon darting back she felt very out of place in the little shop. Knowing her mere appearance with the clothing she was wearing, a bright white victorian dress, almost doubling her own body with the many layers it consisted off, she felt wrong for taking the man's time in the shop. Licking her full sensual red-painted lips, she darted her eyes back at the owner and smiled heartedly at the man.<br/><br/>"Don' tu worry abou' mon, Monsieur.. I will be more gentle, untill tu are free to 'elp me..." She nodded her head towards the waiting scum at the counter table and hoped she wouldn't have called upon his anger on her lithe body. Nonetheless she was quite able to protect herself, as she rubbed her gloved hands over her white-leather purse, feeling the contours of her own masterly crafted gilded pistol. Yes she was quite competent in protecting herself, but hoped she wouldn't have to use the dreaded thing anytime soon again....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>