Sansa hesitates, looking horribly uncertain, before warily taking the tablet from Clara and looking down at it. That uncertainty, though, passes quickly; she's soon spellbound by the video, watching open-mouthed. It isn't just the technology (although that's wonderful, rather scarily so), but the video itself. Makeup where Sansa comes from is kohl and powder, for the most part, and she'd never have dreamt that so many colours and textures could exist on someone's face.

It's a long time before she looks up, going pink as she realises she's been staring at the screen for so long. "I... Do lots of people carry these?"