Well, there's a tidy conversational box to keep Sasha from immediate flight. She supposes that's part of a pretty person's job. "We were just talking about the matter printer, and whether we should try to print a violin. Its chemistry module is unreliable, but I don't think that will matter for an instrument."

Sasha dressed up for this party, in the sense that she dug out a jacket of approximately the same shade of black as her headscarf. (It's too big for her, but so is everything.) This has the advantage that she can now shove her hand in a pocket awkwardly.