((yaaay world of warcraft! that used to be my jam.))

She looks up at him and smiles nervously. His appearance is intimidating, although it's not so much having to chat with an undead drunk as having to chat at all that makes her uneasy.

"Oh, um... thank you. I don't know who those women are, though. I'm dressed as Medusa." Her eyes follow the bottle of alcohol, then take in the rest of the costume. She doesn't recognize it at all, but it is rather impressive. Especially the make-up... unless that isn't make-up. "Who are you supposed to be?"