Marjan was probably the furthest thing from innocent, but she would have been thrilled had she known that she'd been able to pull the look off, even at least a little bit. At the sight of the twins, she could barely restrain herself from letting out a cry of triumph.
Manners, manners, Marjan tried to remind herself. Regular folk were into that sort of thing. She tried to remember some of the lessons in etiquette she'd learned over the years, but those rules were illogical and never had made a lot of sense. Why should she curtsy, just because she was a lady? Or know when to use a tiny fork rather than a big one? In the end, she couldn't remember a lot of the rules, and so found herself asking, 'What would Chance Renard do in this situation?'
"Thank-you, that was very kind of you," she said, in her best approximation of the young man's manners. She sounded entirely unlike herself. She folded up her umbrella and gave them what she hoped was a polite smile.
"I'm not here to sell anything, no. You must be the Belle sisters? Hello, my name is Marjan Czerwinski. It's an honour to meet you." She extended her hand to them.