With little extra thought, the plain doll approaches. With a deft manuver of her finely crafted segmented fingers, she undoes her shawl and drapes it over the other woman upon getting close enough.

"Please, use it as long as required. A doll has little need for it when humans do," she answers with a minor note of contentment at having helped another, even as she shows off her undershirt to all those who look. Her joints for her shoulders and arms teased at Samael through the Victorian undershirt they were pressed against.