[Lila's rocking her cat-like grace (Dex 17) so she saunters down the red carpet like it's a red carpet and (with her nat 20 spot check) she's eyeing that sword because, because how. No, really, how is that physically possible? Overcompensation comes to mind again. Unfortunately, her stupid armor is slightly too high so it keeps brushing against her scar, blackish pink and still tender from the re-slicing and packing of ash she'd done before her adventure down the rabbit hole, so she's too distracted to point it out.
She already feels exceedingly out of place in this armor and, seemingly, the only person wearing gloves. It's unnerving, seeing so many bare hands. She doesn't like it, it feels indecent. Cover up, people. Whatever, she's a Zacharov, she takes that walk like a boss, head held high, nerves safely tucked away.]
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She already feels exceedingly out of place in this armor and, seemingly, the only person wearing gloves. It's unnerving, seeing so many bare hands. She doesn't like it, it feels indecent. Cover up, people. Whatever, she's a Zacharov, she takes that walk like a boss, head held high, nerves safely tucked away.]