Okay.

[And he doesn't move, because he doesn't have to; as suggested, Star does it all for him, first by manifesting in the middle of the room, and then by zipping into the bathroom that they share, presumably to riffle around in whatever hiding place Jotaro had created for his personal cosmetic items and return with them securely in hand.

It's almost laughable how there isn't much — a tube of lipstick, an eyeliner pencil, and a couple of loose sponges. But there they are, all collected in a plastic ziplock bag, dangling from Star's purple fingers like precious cargo when they're really not.]

Okay, so.

[At his silent command, Star sets the bag down and fishes out the lipstick, uncapping and twisting the tube and brandishing it in his giant hand.]

I think it's got that like...point on it, so you can draw with it like a pen, kind of? So — c'mon, Star, like the last time — he draws around the outside first, aah 'en co'ors ih ihh...

["And then colors it in", probably — which is exactly what Star has just set to doing.]