As the young woman approached her, Sansa couldn’t help but look her up and down. She took in her appearance, studying her carefully for a moment before dipping into a polite curtsey. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mikaela.” When she had come here before, Sansa had learned that not everyone here was a lord or lady. As Mikaela didn’t introduce herself as such, she didn’t use the title. “Thank your for your aide in purchasing suitable clothing. I’m afraid it’s much too warm compared to Winterfell. I had been in the middle of a long winter when I came here.”
She looked down a moment, then back across at her new friend. “Besides, I have a feeling my supervisor would prefer it if I fit in more. She seems to not like it when I refer to myself as my title from home and thinks my dresses are annoying.” Her lips quirked a bit into a smirk. “Imagine her surprise if I were to come in dressed as you.” She nodded at her outfit. “It’s a far cry from anything I’ve ever worn, but…perhaps it is time for a change. I did go through a darker style of clothing for a time. I believe here it would be called…” Sansa frowned in thought, trying to remember the word she had learned when looked up fashion. “Gothic?” She looked to her new friend for affirmation if that sounded right.