[Descole laughs, setting down her drink so that she can reach up to pull her mask off, momentarily touching at the scarring where her left eye had been.]

I assure you, double, there's no need for you to feel pressured to remove your mask. I'm sure I can imagine your face, more-or-less, and I certainly understand the lack of trust. I rather find that I'm more comfortable without my own, though, at this point. I'm aware, however, that my face is rather depressing, or at the very least disturbing, and that is why it remains most of the time.

[Perfectly calm, she sets the mask down on the table, refilling her glass and then returning that to her hand instead.]

Of course, if you find that the sight offends you at any point, I'll be happy enough to put the mask back in place.