Rose pauses outside the entrance, taking a moment to collect herself before she enters. Dave probably wouldn't even be in there. He'd probably have figured that she just wasn't going to show up and left. Or maybe he hasn't arrived yet. Taking "fashionably late" to a whole new ironic extreme. Whatever the case may be, though, she can hardly go meet him with her heart attempting to bludgeon it's way from her chest. 'This is stupid' writ large in great, blinking letters ten feet wide. One deep breath. Two. And...

She steps inside and oh motherfucker. He's wearing a suit. He always did look ridiculously sharp in a suit, and the fact that his tie is unkempt hardly ruins the effect. She's got her gameface on, though, and she is most certainly not going to let it bother her. "Well, Mr. Strider, it seems that it's my turn to come underdressed to a date." Much as the phrasing he'd chosen still eats away at her, she's going to milk it for all it's worth. "You might have warned me. Kanaya's been hard at work, making me beautiful new dresses. I would have put more effort into my appearance, had I known."