Sharon watched the events with a mild interest as she vigorously rubbed her arms.  "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be," she said with a laugh.  "I think this costume is made to freeze the wearer to death."  She eyed Peter up and down, "I nearly came as a pirate wench," she said with a smirk.  "I think I would have preferred it.  And your dress is beautiful, Miranda."  She moved on down the hall, farther away from the door, hoping to at least get away from the drafty air.<br/><br/>