Vanille is grateful that the woman doesn't ask. At this point, she doesn't want to talk too much about her own misgivings, especially with a stranger. Not that she usually isn't a good judge of character, but she's still getting a feel for this place and how much she can actually admit to with her past. She doesn't really want to find out the hard way that someone knows what a l'Cie is after all.

"So I guess it's something done for fun?" she asks thoughtfully, lifting her hand to her chin for a moment. "Is there a certain celebration going on? Or do people just decide to have masquerades whenever they want?"