Sal notices some movement coming towards her, but when she finally looks up to see who's interrupting her very clear avoidance of dancing, she still manages an honest look of surprise. At Kenzi's assertion? Maybe. At that dress? Definitely.

"Well shit, look at the fucking princess who graces us with her presence tonight."

She slips the book back into her pocket, as a friendly face deserves more of her attention than just a cursory glance up. Offering her an exaggerated up and down perusal of this elegant and poofy dress, Kenzi is afforded a crooked half-grin for her efforts. Never one to back down from a chance to be cheeky and dramatic, she does a small curtsy too; the comparatively old-fashioned suit helps to give it that extra touch. "You're not here to lure me away from my watch post, are you?"