This new victim--charitable donor--might be an easy sell, if she could keep her eyes in her head while he was standing there. Anne blinked up at him as he came out of the cold, eyes drawn immediately to the shape of his eyes and the way they set deep in the lines of his expression. His countenance was a little odd, a little dark, but unique in shape. Stunning, in its way, an aesthetic impact she practically felt to her bones. Slightly shell-shocked, she blinked again.
"I... volunteered." She smiled her trusty, constructed smile. Her hands had paused in the task at hand, which was, if the several round examples on the table at her elbow was any indication, yet another paper ornament. However, this one was still flat, a many-sided polygon with interlocking folds, and her fingers moved gently over the surface as she spoke. "One of my friends and I decided the building needed a little cheering up." Because the doom and gloom was starting to become contagious.