Madame Orlov is an attractive woman in her early forties, with dark hair streaked with a few strands of silver. Her round, pleasant face tends toward openness, though her expression is wry as she pauses in her walk to the stables to regard her visitor and the flowers in his hand. She's dressed for riding, though she hadn't been moving with a purpose suggesting more than a leisure outing. She pauses, now, to let him catch up.

"Now don't tell me that those are for the horses," she says lightly. Not not flirtatious, though more amused than actively charmed for the present.