Nisa wasn't staying by her brother's side as she usually did at social events. She wasn't dressed as well as she usually did. She wore a brown dress she'd used when they traveled to Whitby so many years ago. A dress that was durable and good for lower travel. It made her look more humble in her mind and she had her notepad and pencil hidden in her sleeve, easy to retrieve so that people wouldn't see her taking notes. That could ruin the experience so much.

She was moving through the crowd and giving a polite nod as she spoke to anyone who'd meet with her. It was different than the usual circles she'd hang around in. Different in that she couldn't be her usually fully careful self. If they saw someone acting like a lady in this crowd, it was difficult but she'd make it work.