In the arid climate and her near constant attempts to keep the unsightly antlers knotted in her skin out of view, Alina has come a far way from poorly conceived hat-based disguises. It isn't surprising that Nikolai wouldn't recognize her immediately, blended into the crowd with a linen scarf swooped around her neck and shoulders and then up over part of her hair.

She turns, more surprised that anyone is talking to her rather than who it is.

"Oh," She looks around to confirm he isn't talking past her to someone else. It happens. When she sees none, she adjusts the bag on her shoulder carrying an over-sized drawing tablet for her figure drawing session. "In the large halls they don't take attendance. You can walk right in and no one will notice."