She realizes he means the dress, and shyly turns her chin down, smoothing her hands down the hems.

"Oh! Oh, no, I'm terribly sorry, this was for a friend's weddin' around that time. Carlotta Brown? If y'know her."

She offers a small smile, followed by her hand. She polished herself up for this shindig, but her petite hands are still calloused from hard work and gunmetal.

"I'm from a li'l earlier than that. Kate Barlow, Texas, eighteen-eighty-eight."