Theresa floated through the people that had already arrived at the dance. No one was really grabbing her attention - in fact, most of them already seemed occupied with another, and she didn't really feel prepared to cut in and interrupt whatever conversation they were having.
She had spotted Cecilia with her entirely-black ensemble - where did these people find the time or the need to buy such formal wear? She suddenly felt sorely under-dressed, and wondered if she would've been better off staying in her room or going to see a movie.
She chose to fluctuate towards someone who didn't make her appear to stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the formality. She spotted a fellow in a brown duster falling to his ankles, and a green squid mask obfuscating his face. That would work.
"Did you make that?" Terry nodded towards Rictor's knitted day-glo green creation.