"Madame, no. Not invisible - not like magic. More... where I am from, people do not look at people like me. They sit in their carriages and I sit on the street, and they drive past, and think nothing of me, soaked with the splash from their wheels. They throw away their food and don't see the children starving in the alley. They see beauty, not people like me."

Her lip quirks up; it's a clear expression of how much she loathes herself, her position in life.

"There is no point fighting them, Madame. They only come back again. I have seen."