Her eyes wander over all of the masks at the stand. "There are so many to choose from - it's hard to pick just one." She says that, but her actions say otherwise. Soon after the words leave her lips, she carefully reaches toward a mask that could easily be described as steampunk. Its base is leather, but its surface has been covered in golden embroidery and delicate brass gears. She doesn't actually touch it - her fingers stop a few inches back and she looks up at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"May I?"