Honour looked over her very red outfit for the Gala. It was slinky, coquettish, and outgoing. All attributes which she’d resolutely divorced over two years ago, and yet, here they were again. Maybe what Glamerspear had really succeeded in doing -- not that morning, but the previous night, with her little speech about 'taking it slow' with Castlerook -- was convincing the corporal that she could still have fun herself, even while being serious. With a sigh, Honour grabbed a hanger and gently put away next week's outfit. Even Anonymous, who'd suffered a heartbreak not unlike her own, yet worked a very serious job in a serious manner, managed to enjoy himself now and again. Including during combat training, of all times, but there was something invigorating about physical activity.