Phoebe stepped out of the cramped, noisy room, and out into the desolate halls. The architecture was finely crafted, and it gave Phoebe some hope that maybe this school wouldn't be as dull as it seemed earlier. Her head turned slightly as she heard Cleo say something else, and she accidentally bumped into Kincaid. "Hey-" Phoebe started, but then stopped when she saw the fine woman. [i]Oh my, she looks fabulous...[/i] she thought as she stared at the woman. The fair girl's outfit was a beautiful black, and the lucious roses on her gown almost made Phoebe envious. Phoebe of course was going to chew the woman out for being in her way, but she quickly recollected herself after seeing she herself was a woman of stature.

"My, don't you look nice. I apologize if I got anything on your dress." Phoebe said with a smile as she inspected the dress with her eyes. "Did you make it yourself?" Phoebe questioned as she put her hands on her hip. Her smile was child like, and her eyes curious.