Beau is very, very much not used to being treated like a lady. Where Genevieve is a gentleman, Beau is a tombody. Her clothes are loose pants and wrap top with a long cloak in cobalt colors and leather. Her hair is pulled back away from her face with an undercut. Her piercings are designed to look badass, not pretty. And yet here's a woman offering Beau her arm, like Beau is in need of support.

It almost turns her off, but then again the novelty is so great -- and the brilliance of that smile is so great -- that Beau's not going to turn it down. She might be a disaster, but she's not completely hopeless.

So she considers the arm, then shrugs and loops her arm through.

"You probably won't have heard of it, no, but I'm from a place called Wildemount. I guess we're... way behind technologically speaking. There's more magic and less... metal."