"I blame the stylists, and Capitolites in general, for a lot of things." She replied breezily. "I got out of it pretty lucky, the stylist thought that working the Grey Warden angle would work for this. Armor and all." She gestured to her outfit, and took a sip of her beer. Shame she couldn't poke the weird lights, but maybe they hurt, like the other strange magic glass lights she'd touched. Probably for the best. At least he didn't seem too bothered by them. "I wonder what will happen if someone from my world wins? Maybe I'll get to wear my real armor. Not this light crap mages wear. None of the gaudy colors, either." She paused, and glanced around. "They're probably watching, aren't they? I don't care, it looks dumb."