Vela nodded headed down the corridor.  Opening the door, she blinked and was in shock for a moment, then turned back down the corridor towards the Baron.  Her eyes wide and her face quite pink.  More red than pink to be honest.  She blinked rapidly trying to capture her own breath.  She had not seen a man in such a state, let alone with a woman in such a manner. 

"Oh, my goodness!"

She was a young lady raised properly despite what the Baron and some others might think.  Putting her hand over her lips, she leaned against the wall just inside the door unable to speak.  It would be clear that she was beside herself and not sure how to react.  She worked to catch her breath and get a hold of her self.  One hand over her lips and the other at her chest in reaction.

She was capable of directing a kitchen staff with strength and confidence.  However, this situation was not a typical situation.  It would take her a moment or two or three to gather her typical professional manner.  Not to mention try to figure out how to respond to the situation.