Catherine's attempt at subterfuge was impressive in that it failed utterly while still succeeding.

When the young woman dropped her purse in front of him Quentin blinked in surprise. Of course, being a generally amiable and polite fellow he stops and turns to look at the mess and the young woman. The cry had struck him as a bit dramatic and it reminded him of more than a few young women who'd attempted to attract him over with feigned need. Still, he wasn't one to deny a person help when he could give it.

"Oh dear, here let me help you get that gathered up."

The big man says getting down without waiting for permission to gather up her things. None of which registered with him in the slightest. All of her carefully planned items and the meaning behind each flying right over his head. More due to him not giving any of it a second thought than a lack of knowledge on his part. Once he has all it gathered up he offers it to the young woman with a smile.

"You should be more careful, looks like your clasp might be damaged or wasn't sealed properly."