Jean Bart adjusted her stance, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as the festival continued around her. The air was thick with the scent of incense and distant fireworks, the chatter of the crowd blending into a dull hum in her ears. It was only when she reached to cross her arms that she noticed the looseness around her waist.

Her brows furrowed as she glanced down, realizing that the intricate sash securing her dress had begun to unravel. The silky fabric, previously fitted snugly around her torso, now threatened to slip further with every breath. Clicking her tongue in irritation, she turned slightly away from the crowd, fingers fumbling to grasp the rogue ends of the sash.

"Tch... Seriously?"she muttered under her breath, tugging at the ribbon with one hand while trying to keep the rest of her dress in place. The ornate knot that had been tied earlier was completely undone, leaving her with a mess of loose fabric that refused to cooperate.

A breeze swept past, brushing against her bare skin, and she stiffened slightly. She wasn't flustered - not exactly - but the situation was far from ideal. The last thing she needed was someone making a fuss over something as trivial as this. Still, she couldn't exactly walk around like this either.

She exhaled sharply and cast a glance at you, her expression somewhere between annoyance and reluctant acceptance.

"Alright, don't make a big deal out of it, but I could use an extra hand."She turned her back slightly, shifting her long ponytail over one shoulder to give you a clearer view of the problem."This damn thing came undone. Just tie it up properly - nothing fancy."Her voice was calm, though there was an underlying edge to it, as if daring you to comment on the situation.