[When she heard of the party Laura had not cared as much. Costumes and parties are not something that catches her attention. But when going to the clothing store she had seen them, the different suits and dresses and masks of all shapes and sizes. It had been intriguing. She had never had the opportunity to...pretend this way. Any false identity she had before was for a mission. For the kill.
This is something different. So she had picked one. Not something drastically different, but it appealed to her. The coat especially. The mask was not included, but costumes need masks, she supposes and she did not have her X-Force one. She has come to the party, but does not know what to do there. She walks the perimeter instead, sniffing the air for familiar scents hidden by the deception. She is not purposefully distancing herself, so if she is approached, she will not avoid conversation.]