Quinn welcomes Ty's arm, moving in closer, and rolls her eyes. Well, she also raises her eyebrows but they're blocked by the mask. (She never realized how much she communicates by brows alone until the night's dress code so cruelly curtailed that ability.) "It's fine, he backed off as soon as I told him to. He thought the masks would help him make out with the first hottie he saw." She motions to her dress as if to say you're damn right I fit the bill and her face breaks into a self-satisfied grin. (Well, the bottom half does.) "Braydyn got a very stern talk and I got the memory of his face when he realized it was a senior prefect under the side the mask." Because, like, fuck that guy.