Ilde's own glance down at her outfit is slightly self-conscious, anyway, but that seems more like a response her own temperament is responsible for than Nuray. Whatever, she wears what she likes at more or less any hour, there's no reason to abruptly have a fit about it, except that she's more anxious generally than she'd like to appear, right now, and everything makes her curl her hands together and try not to act like a chihuahua.

“I think it was good,” she says, anyway, smiling - a bit tentatively - as she sorts out her money situation to pay. “I'm not usually in Mog Hill at this hour, so I was just sort of...well, whatever's open.”