[Off she goes. Childe gives a half-hearted sigh as he's led to his own respective changing tent, changing out of the former pirate outfit and into one a little more suitable — though perhaps more elegant than he expects. Then he heads back out to meet Zeta, a bit abashed by the insistence of the makeup artist to comb his hair, though she soon learns those ginger flyaways can't be tamed.]

Aren't we meant to be battling? I don't want to ruin these clothes...

[Haha. Anyway, he does also select a mask to match Zeta's, this one adorned with white sequins instead of red. And when he sees her — yes, he stares for a few moments longer than necessary, because she looks stunning. Perhaps a bit scantily dressed, but can he be surprised given where they are?]

Wow, you look incredible. Although now I'm wondering if I should have asked for armor myself. [Is he just raw dogging this? Maybe.] Shall we select our weapons?

[Practice weapons are arrayed on the wall nearby — nothing with a real blade, but enough to make it seem deadly, likely aided by special effects.]