Of course Uldren's hair would be fucking perfect. Renee grit her teeth and did her best to get through her job--making him look a proper court dandy. The shades of black were just to make his job easier. Probably didn't hurt though that every time she moved, that damn peacock plume bobbed ridiculously.

"It's an act. Mostly." She figures he's probably heard that she's been dumb in the past. She punched the train. Renee wouldn't deny that. There's too much stuff with time/date stamps as evidence, if he cared to look. Hell, with her luck, he probably had. Just one more reason he didn't like that he was stuck with her. Well, she didn't care for it much either, thanks!!

"You don't have to like it, but it's our fucking mission to make sure this King keeps his head, for whatever reason. So that's why I'm here. I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure that this goes off for you without a hitch. So don't bust my brass balls because you aren't happy. You can do what the rest of us do and bitch about the fucking conductor we can't throttle." She grumbled just a little when he ribbed her about the makeup.

"I fucking hate it. Fine." Obviously she didn't like it, but Renee sat her ass down and shut up, mostly so that she'd hold still while Uldren messed with her makeup, such as it was.