She harrumphs as she dusts her hands off. They may have gotten him conventional beauty, but some of his expressiveness is lost in it; part of what made him him were his features.

"Good for an Olum standard of beauty. Do we have to have those running here, do you think?" She frowns for a moment, then fiddles with hers to turn it off. Maybe there's a risk if they happen to cross another couples' path, but she didn't think there were guards or video cameras or anything else that might catch them out of costume.