Truth be told, the older woman was an inspiration. You could be fabulous an eccentric at any age. Even before things went to hell in a hand basket, Les hadn't been a makeup girl. She took care of her skin and maybe wore mascara and lip gloss but that was about it. Still, she had always admired those who did and wore the bright makeup.

Well, if she had questioned it before, Les was doubly sure that this other woman was not a spirit. At the comment about wearing it better than the older woman, Les shrugged a shoulder. "It fits you both," she mused, setting aside the palette she held in her hands.

Les arched an eyebrow at the stomping and the direct approach. She glanced around the shop and was thankful no one was looking at her strangely... yet. "Yes, I can. Are you astral projecting? Because, you're clearly not a spirit..."