Ammond smirks. "Nah, if I was going to an impersonation riot, I've got a great aquatic squawkfowl mask I'd be wearing," she replies, with a shrug. She looks down at her shirt, frowning pensively as she flicks a bit of lint off with her fingernail. "I mean, yeah, this is a little grubby, but I don't think I'd say extraordinary."

She knows exactly what Aunt Agatha means, of course, but the troll's not exactly in a cooperative mood right now.