Falis rolled her eyes as the comments. "What part of 'not a fucking word' didn't you get?" There was just cranky irritation in her words, no real anger. "If I was attending a ball, this isn't the dress I'd be wearing - too casual." Which was saying something considering the quality of it. She shook her hair out and secured the crown on the top of her head. There, now when they ran into nasty beasties, if she could deal with the pain fighting would cause, she wouldn't lose her crown.

"And yeah," she said to Soma. "Princess, remember?"

With a shrug, she continued as she moved back to her bed to collect her sword. "Hell if I know how it got here. It was just there one day when I went into my closet for something. Figures they'd give me this damn thing instead of my hunter clothes. Damn I miss those things. This damn dress snags on too much stuff. I can't tell you how many times I've destroyed one."