Yes, go over and ask if she is alright.

Figuring you're early and have a few minutes you walk up to the brown-haired knockout and ask, “Are you alright?”

At first she doesn't respond but then her deep hazel-blue eyes come into focus a bit surprised as she looks at you.

“Didn't mean to bother you.” You decide a causal approach is best. “But are you alright? You look a bit lost.”

She looks at you and then realizes she is still holding onto the pillory ring. Quickly dropping her hand an adorable blush comes across her face.

“Sorry, I thought the park wasn't open yet.” She answers.

“It's not. I with the security company.” You reply. “I was just heading to work and saw you standing here looking a bit dazed.”

“I'm with my friend.” The sexy dressed thief blurts out apologetically while pointing to the first aid building. “I'm sorry if this is an attraction I didn't mean to trespass I don't have an ID yet because I am with my friend the RN at the first aid station and I was helping her lug stuff in her name is Jean Jean Elson you can ask if you like.”

“Its okay.” You gently shake your head while slightly raising your hand, happy that her “friend” is a woman. “You don't look like a hardened criminal.” You then intentionally pause and briefly look her over. “Though on second thought, you are certainly dressed as one. That is an amazing outfit. The interweaving of the leather and cloth must have taken hours.”

“When in doubt.” You think, “Always compliment a girl's outfit and make sure you give details.”

“Thank you!” The stacked rogue grins, seemingly pleased by your comments and happy that the subject has been changed. “Yeah, it took me months.” Innocently, she spins a round giving you a good look from all angles.

You think to yourself that there is nothing more attractive then a gorgeous woman who doesn't know how sexy she really is. As you ponder your next move the cute cosplayer excitably chats on.

“I had to use a medium long stitch length, a leather point needle, a roller foot and mettler long staple fibre polyester thread. The trick is to use dry and crisp Solvy, not tissue paper, as some say. And certainly not cotton, spun polyester or heavy nylon upholstery thread. When you combine . . .” She catches herself in mind sentence. “Sorry, I get a bit rambly when I'm nervous, I thought I was in trouble or something.”

“I'm <FIRSTNAME>.” You keep to the friendly approach and reach out your hand. “Nice to meet you . . .”

“I'm Sandra.” The brunette takes your hand and shakes it. “Thank you for not arresting me.” She jokes, clearly becoming less nervous.

“Well, at least not let.” You quip back, which fortunately brings a smile to her face.

“First time working the faire?” She continues the conversation; always a good sign. Even more enticing is scent of the new leather she is wearing mixed with the faint subtle hint of her perfume.