Nia couldn't help but take another glance around the room, in case the dark stranger wasn't him. A cow had now appeared at the food table, and she gave it a second glance. Who exactly would want to wear that sort of get up, she'd probably never know. At least, she wouldn't have revealed herself if she'd have been forced (and yes, it would been forced - she wouldn't ever wear it willingly) to wear that. But then again, Nia wasn't a big person for dressing up.

Her gaze fell back on the masked man as she stepped closer. She might have even recognised a movement at the corner of his lips. Was it him? No. Yes. No. She questioned her judgement, a moment of doubt flickering across her face. The face looked the right shape. But the hair. It was so long. Long, long. As in, not naturally grown. Would he have done that?

An answer punctuated her thoughts. Possibly? Oh, that was helpful! Surely she was obvious enough for him to know? So that meant she was wrong then? Right. Time to look again...

Except, now she was closer, she could see the eyes behind the mask. She ran a hand through her hair, tucking some of her fringe behind her ear. "Me too," she replied, a curiosity crossing her mind. "Quite possibly a yang to my yin, so to speak..."