[He watches her spin about, taking in the embroidery decorating the robes. It transformed her into something of a walking mechanicus shrine. Cain gives an approving nod.] Wow. I must say, even in full uniform, I'll feel remarkably underdressed.
How could I break my legs now? [Acumen couldn't snatch her from a slightly younger timeframe, why...? At least he can squeeze in a dance or two with younger ladies, assuming her robe doesn't frighten them off, along with any predatory beasts who may be about.]