Chase, Faye, Open
Chase was, for a moment, unaware she was speaking to him. But when no one else responded, he turned his head to see who'd spoken. "Thanks," he replied. Anti-social beast that he was, Chase didn't really recognize her but he was pretty sure he'd seen her face around on the network and maybe a time or two in passing at dinner.
He wondered if there was something else, or if she'd simply wanted to jab at his lack of dressing up. He was half tempted to point out the other people who hadn't dressed up, but mostly he didn't care enough to bother with that.
"Pretty sure real nuns don't wear fishnets," he offered. "Do they minus points for lack of accuracy?" He grinned and shrugged as if to say it wasn't his fault. He didn't make the rules, after all. Not that there were any rules he was aware of.
Since he wasn't sure yet if she was going to stick around and chat or had been commenting in passing, Chase didn't bother with an introduction. He might, later, if things went that way. But for now, he didn't want to throw his name out there. It seemed to have associations, after all.