It was not like her to have such a difficult time with a decision. Though precisely mapped, Reinette still relied greatly on instinct in the course of her days. It was most unsettling, then. And though she had never stepped foot on a ship, she felt at sea.

Something captured her attention. She would be hard pressed to state precisely what, if asked. The flutter of fabric, or a breath that was not her own. Reinette spent the course of her childhood until now attuned to the fine ticking of clocks and what might lurk unexpectedly in the shadows. She was nothing if not aware.

Her gaze moved evenly over a gentleman that was standing most absurdly behind a tree. The purpose of Versailles was to be seen, not to remain out of sight. It was the first lesson one learned.

Which made him a stranger. To both this place, and to her.

And Reinette had crafted that into an art. Knowing.

She was meant to know.

"And you are?"