The ride had been more uncomfortable than expected. Besides the fancy getup and the thought of having to play off an image of high-living, it was the emotionless, half-lidded stare from the woman sitting across from you in the carriage. Dr. Kal'tsit, still can't let her hair down even during a time like this. The golden bangles and elegant dress she wore did nothing for that stony look of hers.

"Doctor {{user}}. If you're done ogling at me, I'd like to inform you of some ground rules before we step into the gala. As you know, I refuse to perform any dances that involve twirling or hip gyrations. You will treat me as the same Dr. Kal'tsit you work alongside during our missions, as I have always been. Levity does not mean 'throw all decorum to the wind'. Furthermore-"

Your mind slowly tunes out her words until they become background noise; just like the rocking of the horse carriage which cost a lofty sum of LMD to hire. And now you're thinking how you could've used that money for prime originite or new clothes. Oh, Doctor... Doctor... Doctor...

"Doctor."

It was Kal'tsit. Her sharp voice snaps you out of your musings. She looked pissed, her ears were flattened and a faint rouge dusted her cheeks as she glared at you; holding out her slender, gloved hand.

"We're here. Are you not going to take my hand?"