Shan Pavond
Even a bad joke was enough to get a good laugh out of Colette. Was it funny? No. Was it because it made Shan look like a massive dork? Yes. As he asked why he was being shoved she merely challenged him to respond with the raise of her brows as they went, but it would seem Shan failed to pick up on it.
And oh boy, had she merely laughed a little at a stupid joke, she laughed a lot at Makko being called a loser. It was okay, because Makko was their boy. Which to clarify meant friend. Makko was older than both Colette and Shan, so he literally could not have been their child.
She then listened to Shan's take on the man in the corner. They had the same take. His clothes made him look vapid, vain, and shallow. They said nothing about that made Colette want to speak to him. Just another cog in the machine, a mindless drone conforming to standards he should be enticed to destroy.
That was why Saria's presence was such a nice change of pace. She carried herself quite literally on her sleeves. She wasn't afraid of being herself in a sea of idiots, and she was all the more interesting for it. She told a story about herself by wearing her outfit that begged everyone around her to please ask her for more details. It was… Well, awe-inspiring really.
Shan gently pulled Colette's attention back towards him again and she would just as gently oblige.
"Shan, I…" She began and chuckled at herself. She was about to be stupid again. "I kissed you on your birthday because you're…"
"You're the first person that I've really come to respect and appreciate since I came to the Order." Well, outside of Valery, but she was like twice her age and Colette had no desire to kiss her Master-slash-Adoptive Mother. That was just… So incredibly disgusting and just plain wrong. "I love your attitude and open mind. And you've always made me feel welcome when you're around."
"And, uh… If you're uncomfortable in that suit I think I know a way to make it a little easier for you." She said with a grin and extended her hand for him to grab so that she could lead him away. "The closet's nearby…"
The duo set off. Colette wore her most mischievous smile on the way. She had something very specific in mind for this. A good way to break out of the good natured spirit of this conformist event, and it involved nothing less than Shan and the clothes he was currently wearing.
They stepped up to the closet and Colette snapped her fingers at Shan.
"Jacket. Off. Now." She said and beckoned him to just hand it over already. "We're going to fix this whole thing."
She put the jacket on a counter where two very confused wardrobe workers were staring at each other, unsure what was even going on but they let Colette do her thing for now. Seeing the green boy be bossed around like this was most likely about to be the highlight of their entire shift.
The nomad girl practically pushed Shan in front of a mirror.
"Now, how do you want to fix this?" She asked and looked at Shan. "What would make this outfit look more like something that YOU want to wear? We're getting rid of the stuffiness, and we're applying the Shan-iness."