The question takes her aback for a moment - on the surface, anyway - and Zorya glances down at her dress, shrugging one shoulder.

"Mmm, this is not the best aesthetic I've ever had. I'm fine, but you're sweet to ask. This dress, however...probably ruined, isn't it?" She pairs that with a little blase smile, as if to say unfortunate, but what can you do? Alas, it's white, Roland Mouret, and cost thousands of dollars--not a recipe for longevity in a garment.