Honestly, Sam's outfit isn't terrible. Actually, he's pretty damn fond of the suit, and he might even keep it once all of this is over. Even the wings were only slightly exasperating when he'd first saw them.

Then he got here, and discovered the fun of trying to walk through crowds and endless ridiculous decorations with wings that he can't retract. The fourth or fifth time his wings knock into someone, he's reduced to cursing under his breath.

"Goddamn nonretractable pieces of shit I'm gonna rip these godforsaken things off if I-" he cuts off when he sees who he bumped into, and makes a face that he hopes looks suitably apologetic.

"Sorry, Shepard," he apologizes, looking over to make sure he hadn't done any damage - and then looking her over again, to take in the dress uniform. "Damn, that's a good look on you."