[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

Ella slipped her fingers through the tart maker's, like they were old friends or a couple. She chatted, idly with him, though he said nothing back. He did relax, the longer he walked alongside the chatting woman.

"Oh! Uhm, Gustav. Lesley Maxim Gustav." He clarified, glancing nervously to Novella, who only smiled encouragingly. The name meant nothing to her, but she committed it to memory as she studied the young man beside of her.

You can change clothes in here, a little closet of a bathroom. She'd grabbed a new uniform for him, and stepped in behind of him to examine the small room. The window was much too small for an escape, and the man was much too scared.

We'll be right outside, Mister Gustav. She smiled brightly, and handed the clean clothing to him.

He dressed, relatively quick. And she noted, as she reclaimed the man's hand, that he'd took a moment to clean himself up at the sink. Quite sorry for the scare. She added, as they resumed walking just behind of Malachai.

"Th... that's okay, miss...?"

Miss is just fine. She responded, with a shrug of one shoulder. She wouldn't tell the man a name to call her by until she was certain he'd suit her father's needs.

@Malachai Valentius