That was the color of Jean-Baptiste's face after the seemingly unimportant incident. "I knew this was a bad idea, damn you Cochet!", he thought to himself while excruciating waves of shame ran across his body.
"My apologies, Madam. I will be more careful next time, when--", Jean's speech was brutally interrupted by the demolishing elbow of a lady from the lounge staff that needed space to clean the mess. "Whene...whenever that maybe", he added while gasping for air. "I am sorry if I ruined your morning routine." Jean performed a slight bow, but with his infamously sharp peripheral vision he caught sight of more people closing in on the scene- all of them females, all of whom were superior in rank.
The reddish hue on his facial features was now transitioning into light blue, probably indicating cardio-vascular tissue failure. He never felt so much pressure, not even when he faced hordes of Gaian fighters around the orbit of Bordeaux. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be in the cockpit of a war machine in stead of being in the middle of this puddle.
A sudden strike from the cleaning lady's mop reminded him that perhaps now is the best moment to vacate the area...