Nodding with seeming relief, the drow studies Kasumi.  "I like you without illusions," she says softly, casting her eyes aside.  She accepts the hat and places it atop her head with her eyes closed.  ((use magic item 26))  Her features are softened, as if without the hardness of spirit that she typically carries with her like a stone mask.  Her serpent-skin armor becomes a rippling satin gown, her cloak the flowing tails of its skirt, and her low-slung haversack a bustle.  She has a fuller bust in the illusion, revealed through a deep-cut neckline, and her sivery-amber eyes have hazel irises.  Rather than her steely gray skin, hers is now a creamier brown, her ears less pointed... reminiscent of a half-elf's, actually...<br/><br/>"We have a code word.  Midnight." she says softly, touching at a coppery-blonde coif atop her head.  Smoothing her 'dress' with her hands, she prepares to move.  "We go, then."  They go to the front door.