There was a definite sense of finished as Jack assisted her getting fully in the gown. For all its ridiculous shade, and suspect stitching? There was still a sense of familiar about it. She had her armor again.

And at that thought, Reinette smiled.

Her very carriage changed.

"I cannot address what is a chalange or not to you Jack. I only know you chose it. There might be some sort of meaning there, though I am not sure. A great many possibilities, at least."

But?

Paris.

She had missed her, though she was won't to admit it out lous. But she missed her all the same. With little preamble Reinette pulled her hair back, and affixed the less than perfect wig. It would do. She looked to Jack.

"Shall we?"