[ Nina glances up at Alina abruptly through her hair. What kind of assassin infiltrates the Little Palace? A desperate or a highly motivated one - but to even get inside? What kind of coincidence was it that the job she'd been sent on had needed her for just such an event, sneaking inside?

Well, no use regretting that someone had got inside, that she hadn't been there to stop it. She'd had her own problems at the time.

But she did regret it. How would things have been different if she'd been where she was supposed to be? ]

I'm sorry you had to deal with that. [ She stands, flipping her mostly dry hair up in the motion. ] If it makes you feel any better about the kefta, I don't think regular clothes will help us blend in >that much. And there's no rush. We have nothing but time.