"Whoa, hello." Corrin stops suddenly when the young man appears in front of her, looking quite serious. Immediately, she suspects danger. "What's wrong? Are we under attack?" But then her concern turns to confusion. "...I'm sorry?" She asks, bewildered.

Corrin has also opted for a crisp butler's uniform, and had noticed the small tear in the right sleeve of her jacket, but considering these must be old and unused outfits for the most part, and that the tear was barely noticeable, she'd decided not to make an issue of it. She was already pushing things a little by insisting she go barefoot, after all. Besides, the tear had hardly been noticeable, or...so she had thought.

"Got what? I'm confused. Is there something on my face?"