Batilde only looked on as the woman left the store on her own, furious. Seeing all that happen in such rapid succession left the french lass feeling a bit confused, and yet... somewhat relieved. At least she was okay. So, she'd spend a few minutes in the store, looking at the scarves, finally settling on one before she headed towards the counter, the scene repeating constantly inside her head, looking for things that she may had done wrong, because evidently, none of her attempts at helping had actually done anything, come to think of it. In fact, it had made things worse, which was never her intention to begin with.
That's just how she had been raised, was it not? To be friendly towards her fellow men and women? Sure, her father had never been one for that paticular line of thought, but her mother on the other hand, as well as the maids and butlers, had raised Batilde on that very principle. Treat people as you yourself wish to be treated, yeah? So why had this line of thinking given the exact opposite effect? Batilde wanted to help this woman out with whatever was going on, and... all she got in return was shouts and profanity... Did she not like help? Batilde was a bit like that herself in some instances, as she prefered to do things herself, but... even she had limits when it came to it. And for different reasons, persumably too. In Batilde's case, it was more or less her just trying to prove to herself that she could stand up on her own two legs, to get a feeling of independence.
And now, feeling that she had insulted this person with what she had done... Batilde wanted to apologize. She had made so many mis-steps in that whole debacle, that most of everything that had gone wrong was... her fault. And while it was something she could live with, Batilde at least wanted to apologize for it. She had read the situation completely wrong, and as such, turned the situation into what it was. So while she stood there, in line waiting for her turn to pay for her stuff, she turned around, and headed back into the main portion of the store, looking around for the stuff that the girl herself had been looking at. A simple apology wasn't enough for something like this, or at least, so she thought. Perhaps it wasn't necessary to buy the girl something, but... what was the harm? Well, actually, a lot of things could go wrong here. But rather than mulling over this entire situation all day like she had been doing with the thief a few days ago, she wanted to at least set things straight here. So she went on another look through the store, grabbing that blouse which she had found the girl looking at when they met earlier.
After paying, it was just a matter of finding the girl, wherever she had gone... which may have been impossible... She'd still keep the blouse, being the correct size for such a short girl too. If she didn't find her today, she'd just have to bring the blouse with her every day until she found her again. It was just that simple. Batilde wasn't one to give up (even when she perhaps should), especially not when she felt that she had done something wrong and wanted to fix it. In a way, she wanted to feel in control of her surroundings, and someone behaving like that woman did today not only greatly confused her, but it also intrigued her a bit... She wanted to learn how to deal with people like those in the future, after all.
She looked around what felt like all of Vista Square for the girl, asking if anyone had seen a short woman, with messy, black hair, a nose piercing who was carrying a guitar case. Shouldn't be hard to remember, yeah? Well, whatever the case may be, if she didn't find her, Batilde would keep looking until the sky turned dark, at which point she would be forced to go home. She wanted to understand. She wanted to know why this girl thought like she did, and most of all... She wanted to apologize for everything she had done.