Roxy's fingers get nervous during conversation, too. She can at least help, now, and starts finding flowers in her hair to add to a chain of her own. "Nah. I mean some shoes." She heaves a soft sigh with just a little weight to it, as they were good ones. But never mind it.

"T-shirts." She repeats, squinting as though it would help her see through the veil. She didn't mind not knowing who she's talking to. But she'll guess. "So you must be...Victoire."