Shepard and Open
There weren't a whole lot of occasions that she got dressed up for, well short of her dress uniform, and even fewer where she wore a dress. And if she'd passed through the door and remained a ghost she wouldn't have thought to bother. But she hadn't. She had been absolutely human. So she felt this was one satiation that she had best wear a dress, and since she was going to be wearing one, she went all out. Her hair was up in some borrowed combs, her lips painted a rich burgundy to match her dress, her eyes bore winged liner, and false lashes.
Shepard glanced around the room, hoping to see a few friendly faces. She did notice that there was at least a few red coats like Rawdon had mentioned. But none stood out nearly as much as he did. And she didn't want to over think why that was.