Margo. Margo! Don't ask that to someone who was already having doubts about just crashing this party and opening herself up to a super harsh dose of reality! For a brief second, Summer's hand went to her mask, seized with the sudden fear that what she'd picked out was not going to be nearly enough.

But, she was crashing a party from a space war, she had enough going on, it would be fine...

...right?

Right! No. She looked super cute, dammit.

"Oh, believe me," she gushed, feeling herself recover onto the firmer ground that was false confidence. "I'm extra enough already. But thanks anyway! I'm sure they're super great."