[In a way it's almost rude how she didn't expect to get all of this emotion thrown at her. She'd been made aware of the traditions and the parure by this point, but she hadn't thought of it... in this context. When it's actually happening.

She's quiet for once and almost mercifully as she goes through the motions and speaks, each bit taken and mulled over. It... makes sense in a way, even if she's shrugged it all of as some weird superstitious shit.

Once she's finishing she's inspecting the mirror before taking a deep and shaky breath, keep it together, Jolyne.]

I... almost like someone that's not myself, if that makes sense? [Not in a bad way, but it's absolutely wild to her at the same time.] I was never into the whole girly and frilly stuff ever since I was young, that it's... a weird look, but not unpleasant?