"Only if you care about the press," Sigma quips just loud enough to hear, having retained his taste for sarcastic remarks. For him, there was always a dress code: Gamemakers were practically required by law to look ridiculous and, unfortunately, he had to care about public perception. "Semi-formal, I suppose?" He didn't have a clue, his stylist dressed him for everything. She could probably throw on a jacket and look fine, but answering semi-formal should at least prevent embarrassment. He isn't going to suggest she ask Kurloz. Nope.

"I will see you soon," he promises. There's a note of gratitude in those words.