Maxine pauses, drink halfway to her lips, as Shepard makes her comment. The younger woman's eyes flash beneath her silver and amethyst mask as she looks over the speaker- taking in the bearing, short hair, and scandalous fashion choices.
Maxine fights a smile, keeping her face straight. She'd never dare make such a deliberate faux pas when it comes to dress. Nor would she ever compliment it outright- but she just has to admire the bravado.
She does so privately, in her own mind. Outwardly she's a model of unimpressed nobility. The drink finishes its trip to her mouth, and she takes a long sip to hide any real interest, before she finally decides to reply.
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Maxine fights a smile, keeping her face straight. She'd never dare make such a deliberate faux pas when it comes to dress. Nor would she ever compliment it outright- but she just has to admire the bravado.
She does so privately, in her own mind. Outwardly she's a model of unimpressed nobility. The drink finishes its trip to her mouth, and she takes a long sip to hide any real interest, before she finally decides to reply.
"I don't suppose you've brought that shoe?"