"Care to dance) (masquerade au thing) (whats-up-I-got-a-lawnmower)
Though this event was indeed a masquerade, the brunette could identify her colleague automatically. Not only by the sound that his voice presented her, but also by the infamous, two-toned hair. Even if someone else did possess such a style, which was far-fetched, it’d even still be distinguishable. It was simply what she’d refer to as a ‘Ronald Knox thing’.
A grin tugged at the crimson lips the grim possessed, and her eyes, clearly identifiable through the Columbina, noir mask she wore. If you couldn’t see it was her by her optics, you could tell via facial features, the rest of which were left entirely unexposed.