"Hello, I don't believe we've met. Name's Devin, and it's a pleasure to meet you, miss." She looked at Devin upon being spoken to, realizing he must not have been a prostitute after all. 

"I am Mademoiselle Eulalie Bellerose," she said formally, "bonsoir." He was much cleaner looking, and not so crass, as the other American fellow. However, introductions could not continue further as Ellie began speaking once more, explaining names and the items for each person.

"Briar Rose," Eulalie tried the title in English, rolling the r's a little, then in French, "Eglantine...? Non, it's far too... pastoral. Briar Rose it is." She was talking to herself lightly, admiring the delicate tooling and settings in the book cover. Her English was French accented, but not quite so strongly as Red, as La Havre was a busy port city and she came in contact with so many British, Irish, and Scots that her English sounded slightly more English than would be typical further inland. Her French, however, was one hundred percent pure. And when she spoke German, it was a bit of a mess as she had learned the harsh language from a Frenchman. She didn't need it often, at least. She was snapped out of her thoughts by rising chatter and someone taking the liberty of patting her on the backside. She didn't care for that but tried to retain a calm demeanor. Others reached out and clasped her hand, nearly causing her to drop the little book. She set it down in her lap and tried to shake back more deliberately. [i]How American.[/i]

"Unfortunately, we can't really celebrate. Merlin gave me a contract for you and requested we go immediately. So, head to your rooms and get ready, we leave as soon as possible." Ellie folded the piece of paper and put it in her pocket. Paul was crossing the room with the majority of Eulalie's luggage balanced carefully in his arms. "Eul--sorry, Rose. You can follow Paul and get something clean on." 

Before she left, Sawyer caught her ear. “I’m sorry to have offended you, we’re mates in the guild and now team members, and maybe we’ll get a chance to take down some big baddies together… It’d be nice.” Eulalie was still wary of the man, but acquiesced and nodded in acknowledgement. She collected her book from her lap, rose, and muttered a "Pardon," to the strange group of people. Then she turned and swiftly walked after Paul. She followed the man to her room where he deposited her last trunk. He had the foresight to line them up against the wall and the foot of her bed, but they took up a fair amount of space. She would need to unpack into the wardrobe soon, lest she and Red be tripping about them all the time.

"Merci beaucoups." She said, shutting the door behind the departing giant. She turned the lock so she couldn't be walked in on, and went to open the larger drunk where she knew her clothes were. A mission, Ellie had said... Again, cursing that she lacked her maid, she took a key from her pocket and unlocked then opened the large rectangular trunk. It was lacquered black cedar with gold trimmings and hinges, the inside lid had a landscape painted by a not yet known Barbizon student named Corot. It was the more decorated trunk of the trio, and when traveling she always liked to look at the little painting. She sighed a little at the sight of the lavender fields in the painting, and went on poking through the box. Georgine had put it somewhere in here....

A moment of searching, then she removed a sturdily made riding habit in black tweed, first the trousers then the coat, and laid them on the bed. She set a white blouse with this, and also a leather chest plate she had commissioned after hearing from Snow what kind of use her skills would be put to. Lastly, new small clothes as she had been soaked through in the trip from the docks to the... guild... brothel... thing.

She quickly stripped out of the cold damp clothes and dried herself a bit with a towel she found in the wardrobe, and spotted a ewer on a bedside table that happened to have water in it. She washed her face, cleaning off all the ruined makeup. She took her time getting dressed, making sure everything was properly buttoned and neat. Her boots took a long time, with the row of buttons that climbed her calf. This, this is why Georgine was important! Damn them if they were feeling impatient. 

Lastly she went to her smaller trunk, and removed a hatbox with a black lady's top hat plumed with a few white peacock feathers. She combed out her hair, which hung down to her waist in looping dark blond curls, and twice attempted and failed to place it in a bun on her head. She grit her teeth nearly ready to cry, trying to put up her hair while clasping a hand mirror between her knees for reference, and was growling in frustration by the time she finally had a decently set bun over which to pin her top hat. At the last minute, she added a gold broach to the neck of her blouse which bore the seal of the Bellerose family: a circle of thorns around a rose bloom.

"Enfin!!" she growled, setting aside her comb and mirror aside and checking herself once more. That took far too long, and she knew it. Finally she took a belt from her trunk with two holsters on it, and looped it around her waist. She removed the carrying case for her dueling pistols, and placed them into her holsters. Next she attached a leather purse to the belt with the tools to load the guns with powder and little round bullets. She placed the little grimoire inside too, so she could look over it when she had a moment. It was the first time she'd done all that for herself, even though it took nearly an hour, and she was rather proud of herself now. She decided against setting her face once more, as it would take far too much time alone to accomplish that deed and it was still rather wet outside. Thankfully, the rain had mostly stopped. She locked up her trunks, and made her way back to the tavern, nodding to Paul on her way out.