The corner of her eyes crinkled as she held eye contact with him. Her smile widened and she took the shirt he offered her, unnecessarily. Christelle was already wearing one, of course. No matter, as she was sure she could find a use for it. "Oh, I am already having one," she purred, surveying him briefly. He had stellar cheekbones. Did anyone ever bother in telling him so? He was so busy though what with requesting IDs from poor overworked ministry employees.

Christelle watched the man who had introduced himself as Neil Sterling. Magical Maintenance? "Hello, Neil!" greeted Christelle, leaning forward slightly and wiggling her manicured fingers close to his face. "Surely, he doesn't need an ID if I vouch for him, does he?" asked the red-head of Mister Cheek Bones, placing a hand lightly on Sterling's back.

Apparently, he did have an ID. Christelle's amicable smile never left her and she simply raised her brows and gestured with her hand towards Neil's wallet. "That should be all, shouldn't it?" said Christelle to Cheeks.

"I'll be doing rounds," she informed him, a hand on her hip. "Lord Borr would like for me to socialize in his behalf since he is held back due to circumstances out of his hands. You're doing a marvelous job!" chirped Rochelle swiftly flicking dust off the man's shoulder with the aid of two fingers. "Proceed!" she finished with a wink.

She turned around gracefully and held the t-shirt close to her ample chest. Rochelle stopped for a moment, her red lips rounding for a moment. "Neil Sterling?" she called out over her shoulder. "If you ever need something just let me know," finished Christelle in a sing song voice. "I'll be around."