Meng appeared to weigh her options, among which fleeing was still listed and considered viable. It ultimately worked in Tobias' favor that his proposal of services willingly rendered was a rare enough occurrence that she deemed it a worthwhile pursuit. Having never been pampered before, it was possible that by the end of their session he'd be responsible for creating a whole new breed of monster.
To her untrained ear, the syllables of Je suis blurred to form a single word. In conjuncture with Tobias, she mistook his formal introduction to be a first and last name. "Jesuis Tobias, I am Meng Yan. And I have decided that you may paint me." The assumed regality of her tone hilariously contrasted her butchering of his mother tongue. Perching atop the nearest stool, she invited herself to rummage his things. Meng's first time wearing makeup came after stealing the handbag of a young passerby, applying lipstick to herself so garishly it looked as though she'd taken a big bloody bite out of someone. Since then, she had at least scaled back enough only to resemble a member of Ronald McDonald's extended family. "Red. Do you have it? I like that color best."