Nina glances downwards at the slip of paper she’s carried with her, marked with an address--’Golden Ward, Apartment 315′. Glancing back upwards, she confirms that...yeah, this does seem like the place. She hasn’t really been one for Halloween parties in a while, but...this seems like it could be something worthwhile. And, after all, at the very least her Uncle’s going to be attending, so there’s going to be at least one person worth having a conversation with. But, the day of the party’s drawing really close and she still hasn’t found something that’s the right fit. She’s also gone through a ton of Halloween store inventory.
But it’s best to just forget about that for the moment, she figures, as she raises one large metallic hand and gives three heavy raps at the door. If the person who made her uncle’s costume was home, then...given her uncle’s tastes, if he could get it done in time what she had in mind probably wasn’t some undue stress for him even on short notice.