Ilda visibly perks up at Devin’s interest in a mask. “Okay! Just a second—“ She crouches to rummage through the boxes she’s got in her stall, hastily looking for masks that meet his specifications. Before he decides to just walk away.

“Here you go!” she exclaims triumphantly as she holds out several masks to him in her cupped hands. Each a different color, including a lovely blue one at the bottom of the heap.