Reshad's smile stays in place, and her curious eyes keep to Sasha's face, scanning and rescanning.

"Then, I shall." As simple as that. She refrains from pulling out a pin right now; in all likelihood, she'll need to print something appropriate.

A flick across the tablet's screen sends the specifications to the grid. "Your new outfit should be available for anything else it needs."

[It didn't make it into the first description in that thread, but Reshad will indeed wear a black feather tucked into her other ornaments at the party.]