And there it is. Mo'rtajha knows that look, too. She's seen in a fair few times in Ala Ghiri, waiting tables of young travelers, and charming them out of extra gil before they left. Thankfully Jean is in no danger of being fleeced, since having a stipends and no family to send it to means Mo'rtajha has plenty of the strange looking money lining her pockets.

"That's gladdening to hear!" She squeals in delight, hands clapping together. "Tell me, is there anything in particular that interests you color-wise?"

She offers out a dainty hand, though Jean will find it's calloused from hard work. The rest of her skin is soft, pampered.