"Perhaps you should," she flashed a half-smirk. Her eyes were not looking at the girl but at the fabric that the girl was holding. It made her frown. Mostly because she could tell how disappointed Charlene seemed to be about the muddy mess that had become of it. Her gaze flickered up and she offered the girl a pretty bow she'd dropped, "but just about everyone has clumsy moments. I wouldn't worry too much about it, Charlene. It happens." She gave a pause, "My name is Devika. It is a pleasure to meet you."