Sango owned only a handful of outfits--the two she had come to Exsilium with, the intricate peach dress she'd acquired from her mission in Renaissance France, an almost excruciatingly middle-aged and modest blue dress, and maybe a pair of too-big sweatpants and long-sleeved shirt. She was not sure herself any of it would be suitable.

"Eh..." The thought of someone of the opposite sex helping her get ready for a social event was odd. She didn't have enough context to fend for herself, though, and as long as she kept him out of the room while she changed...

Well, hopefully he wasn't the kind of peeper that Miroku was.

"Alright, I guess." It... it couldn't hurt, right?