Mona couldn't help but laugh at the idea of herself as some sort of femme fatale. Makeup could do enough, but it wasn't going to work magic! "I don't think I can be turned into a siren," Mona told her with a smile. "I was just thinking..." she looked at herself in the mirror, sizing up what she had. Mona knew she wasn't ugly but... she was plain, she had always thought. Boring and uninteresting and certainly not beautiful, and especially not beautiful when she could see Elia reflected right next to her.
"I'd like to look pretty," Mona finally said, going to tuck her hair behind her ear in a usual shy gesture, but realising that it was up and there was no hair to tuck. "I just don't want look out of place."