She nods as if she understands, even though she doesn't. Her next glance at the door isn't one of fight-or-flight fear, but a cautious one. Unhurried. Affording it just enough attention to make sure she doesn't hear approaching footsteps, or the specific sound of someone breathing.

For now, they're alone. Invisible.

"Why are you here?" Laura is dressed similarly enough to Tessa that their respective reasons for being here may be the same. But in contrast to Laura's dour blacks, the Madame that bought her insists she always wear white and gold.