Tony & Nebula
For the most part, Nebula had been sticking to the shadows in this world. It wasn't that she didn't sympathize, to an extent, with the rebels, but she hadn't particularly cared about getting involved. She'd had her fill of acting the hero. However, she was beginning to get bored. She hadn't done much more than wander around the bus for too long. So after reading Steve's post, she'd decided to participate in this plan to protect the king. She was, after all, in favor of not breaking any particular timestream, so to speak.
She wasn't, however, entirely comfortable with the idea of being human, if only as an illusion. She also hated the clothing. Corsets did not agree with her physiology, but in the interest of fitting in and not drawing attention, she had reluctantly donned the formal attire provided.
"I look stupid," she muttered, turning slightly to face Tony. "How do Earth women wear these things regularly?"