Sam and Nebula
Nebula was somewhat fascinated with the hat, but she pulled her gaze away from it and focused on Wilson when he spoke.
"Afternoon," she echoed in her husky voice. At least that didn't change with the illusion. She still sounded like herself. "It is a celebration I have not experienced before, but I would say it has succeeded in pleasing people." She extended her hand. "We haven't met, formally. I am Nebula."