Weiss didn't often find herself breathless. She was much too composed to be described in such a way. She was the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, after all. She was expected to maintain a certain professional aloofness, even in the most extreme of situations.
Yet, here she was, at a loss for words. She glanced back at the young lady who had just unceremoniously discharged an entire briefcase worth of dust as she stomped away, wisps of smoke still curling off of her slightly singed clothes. Weiss wasn't much for romance, and had long since resigned herself to marrying some Atlesian official for the good of the SDC. As a result, she didn't concern herself much with looks so much as status. The young lady, despite managing to blow herself up mere seconds after they met, had challenged that notion in mere moments. Even in lecturing the girl, Weiss had to try her hardest to stop herself from being distracted.
The girl had been dressed plainly, but even without all the stylings that Weiss put herself through in an effort to maintain her image, she was still strikingly beautiful. A part of Weiss thought it was unfair, but the other part was too enthralled to care. Pale with dark hair, silver eyes, a soft smile, the girl met standards that Weiss didn't even know she had. Shaking her head, she tried to get the girl out of her mind so she could focus on the opening ceremony.
Weiss huffed. If only the girl hadn't behaved like such an idiot.