Regan nods and ducks into the room to change. She toes off her sneakers and strips down to her underwear, then tugs the dress on before tightening the zip. She looks at herself in the mirror, first, pulling on the bodice and trying to floof up the skirt. Wearing it now, it's easier to see what she wants it to really look like, what her final vision for it is, but she doesn't know if Greta can do it all.

Taking a bracing, hopeful breath, Regan steps closer to the door and knocks on it.