Luckily for Mikasa, Lydia didn't mind direct. She grinned as she came into the room, looking at the dresses excitedly. "These are amazing! You're lucky!" Lydia gushed happily, reaching out to feel the various dresses. She turned to the make up then, going through and making a mental note of the options available.
"Oh! A banshee is someone who can sort of predict death," explained Lydia, shrugging a little. "So I'm always finding myself on some sort of trouble. That's why I was learning how to fight back home before coming here, to be honest. I had a deputy teaching me." She set her own bag down on the dresser, pulling out some of the make up she'd brought with her. "Okay, so, big question! Do you want to wear make up? You don't need to, honestly. You're pretty enough without it."
Lydia glanced over at her new friend, meaning it as an honest compliment. Mikasa did have a natural beauty, something many people would be jealous to have.