c.a doesn't need to be told twice. her pink ruffled skirt puffs around her as she sits happily on the edge of a chair; she's polite enough to lean over to start at the elaborate laces on her heeled boots, even though her hair and clothing are dripping with rainwater. if she's gonna get the whole place wet, she might as well be nice and take off her shoes to avoid tracking mud everywhere. "thank you," she looks up at them with a grin, "i totally had it handled until the gust, like, demolished my umbrella. you're a total saint!"

“what color should it be? like, blue, or some shit?”