Shepard turned to face the elevator as she heard it nearing the floor she was on. Her heart hammering in her chest. Her fingers unconsciously turning the brim of the hat to her uniform so it circled in her hands over and over. Though the action stopped when the elevator doors opened. She felt her mouth go dry. That wasn't from nerves though. She was a sucker for those wild curls. It took a moment before a smile turn up her lips.
"Well it's not. I just..." She parted her hands. She didn't put the hat on. It was just something to hold on to. Something to ground her. "I wanted to look nice." How often did she do that? And while she did have dresses she was more comfortable in pants. And she was already anxious. But she felt that melt away. He had that affect. She wasn't sure why.