Feferi's glad to at least spot some friendly faces in the crowd. She's a sociable creature, but this is just way too many people in a cramped space for her tastes. Maybe if they were spread out a little more, but...

"Dave!" As soon as she's sure it's him, she waves and starts hobbling her way over, wishing vaguely that they had just given her normal shoes and strapped her legs together. At least it wouldn't hurt her feet as much, and even a few hours are enough to have her feet aching and bruised. As soon as she gets closer, she gives him an appraising look, and a little smile. "Look at you. They made you look all handsome! Me..."

Fake bruises and sunken eyes with glittery sheens, a modified prison jumpsuit and fake-dirty tanktop. Faux tattoos down both her arms. Though the bloodshot eyes are legitimate, and it's easy to see why when she keeps rubbing at them, smudging more of the makeup and probably just making things worse.