Window-shopping at the port had proven more than a little fun for Saint, except 'window shopping' in her case involved a lot of brandishing her credit card and being fawned over. Saint didn't speak a lick of the language but she loved the fluid elegance of how it sounded; she languished in the attention, grateful to an extent that Dakota had obligations today that Saint didn't need to be a part of. It gave her a few hours ashore to explore on her own and enjoy herself, and she was buying things for Dakota for the most part. Her arms were laden with elegantly-wrapped bags and boxes, which were currently heaped by the register as she examined the display of regional jewelry. It would be fantastic to buy a few token pieces for Dakota to wear, giving her that exotic look of someone who'd just been on the cruise ship.
Saint tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, pushing her Dior sunglasses up onto the crown of her head as she studied a black velvet disembodied neck and décolletage displaying an elegant abalone-and-silver necklace. Her manicured fingertips stroked it for a moment, thoughtful, before she glanced out the plate-glass window and saw a positively beautiful black woman stroll by. The woman carried herself with a simplistic grace, the kind of thing no amount of coaching could perfect, and Saint smiled faintly as she watched the woman with an appreciative eye.
One thing that could be said about Saint was that she lacked a certain filter telling her not to approach strangers. She had no such qualms, and she leaned out the open doorway just as the woman passed.
"Excuse me for saying so," Saint trilled in her light, melodic voice, "but there's a necklace in here that would look exquisite with your skin tone. It'd be a crime if you didn't come try it on." She beamed at the woman, considering this her philanthropic duty to bestow fashion wisdom on everyone around her.