The near invisible smirk becomes a tiny bit bigger, Sue tucking the small gloves into one of the pockets in her pants, snagging a drink from a table. Carefully she sniffs it, trying to pick up on any of the alcohol she's seen being passed around before taking a careful sip and continuing her tormenting.

"Blonde works better for sweet. Blonde ringlets. And you need more bows." She'd almost chuckle at how feminine that move was. "The make up's not bad though."