Then it's settled. Nothing happened here.

[With that, Velvet tears off her brooch and stares at it, and as soon as she sees that it's filled with colour—meaning that yes, she did succeed, though she's not feeling as thrilled about it now than she would have been otherwise—she gives a groan.]

Well, this is my ticket out of here. [Or so she thinks.] You're going to help me commandeer a carriage.