Mary Campbell & Hermann Gottlieb
Hermann laughed slightly. "No, it's definitely not the dress," he said, a statement that in any other circumstances would've been mildly insulting -- not that Hermann would've cared, he wasn't the greatest with people, but he was generally at least mildly aware of it. In this case, though, the sheer weird of the day overwhelmed anything and was pretty much what made him able to give her a smile, slight thought it might've been, that softened the words.
"I'm going to assume that you're unaffected by any of... this." He waved a hand around them in general, because really, what more did he need to say?