Regan holds one arm out and tugs the sleeve. It falls just an inch and a half, maybe two, above her elbow.

"I guess... maybe this could work? I wanted it down to my elbows, but." She's trying to compromise, because she knows she only has so much time before prom, and she only has so much leeway with what Greta can feasibly do. She makes a little, playfully distressed face. "This looks okay at this length, right? If they're a little tighter?"