The woman stared ahead of herself silently, listening to Makoto while she worked on her hair, the blonde waited patiently for the other to finish what she was doing. When the mirror was offered to her she looked back at herself, the LED's in her left eye taking in the new information, but then she held up her left hand to cover it, staring at herself with only the right, again, trying to look at it from a human perspective..
She wasn't sure what to think of it, so used to having her hair down, it almost looked like she was seeing some-one else as she pulled a half-confused look,
"People like looking this way..?" She asked though it was rhetorical. She stood up, setting the mirror aside and looked down at the dress. She supposed the dress wasn't so bad. It just wasn't something she could consider functional, she couldn't pilot in it, but Makoto had stated this was nothing to do with combat, so that made sense. it didn't restrict her movements exactly either, if she suddenly needed to fight; then she could still do that. She stared over at Makoto quietly for a moment,
"What is your path?" She asked, she was sincere in her question, perhaps if she got a better idea from more people, it might make more sense to her.

Owens glanced at Yamato as the younger man entered. It was a slight surprise to see him there but Owens simply waited to see what he wanted,
"Quite the reverse, barely as much as I would have liked, but when he did, it was often important." He replied, turning towards Yamato and stood up to reach over and take the piece of paper. Nemesis was written on it, but he stared at it calmly,
"If you mean the word itself, I know what it is.. But it doesn't mean anything specific to me." He replied, passing it back to the younger man, he slowly sat down again, "I'll keep my ear to the ground, if necessary..? Is there anything else you need?"