Nina grins, peering over Greta's shoulder as the woman takes herself in. "We could put it up. Slick it back, like a man's style. Or we could do something very feminine but still pulled back," she muses, considering different looks.

She lets go of the jacket so she can gently pull Greta's hair back into a twist. She holds it in one hand and reaches around to tug a few strands of hair loose to frame her face.

"I think people would fall over if you walked into a party like this, darling. And I mean that in a very good way."