The senior maid sighed very faintly, it appeared she had acquired a little puppy. Annoyingly following after her, though she had far more important matters to tend to directly related to the message they had received. But, with the aide of her mask, she was able to maintain a stoic expression. Having kept her head and eyes forward as she moved to her destination, she hadn't taken notice of the young man's forgery of their message as well.
"I thank you for your offer, kind sir. However, I will not require any assistance from you. While your offer is graciously appreciated, I must not be distracted. Gadgets and trinkets will not help us whatsoever." The senior maid said, casting a disdainful gaze at the young man. Her gait increased in its speed as she attempted to very discreetly 'escape' from the young man, heels clicking at a bit faster tempo. Her self-appointed task being securing a herald to announce their guest's arrival.
She only hoped nothing would happen in the streets before he came, though. Nearly every time he arrived some sort of trouble always arose. The last time he arrived suddenly, well...There was many a formal apology from both the Delacroix and the offending side. "Cleanup" always lasted days. The senior maid shuddered imperceptibly, recalling the memories...