One might not think that the brightly colored poncho the woman walking up behind Jiang Cheng is wearing would qualify as a costume, but as she slips on the rubber mask in her hands, it becomes clear that it must be part of one. Seems like she had gone through the same restricted entry rigamarole and had run to Foodland to piece something together. She walks past the guy wearing a fancy purple dress, grumbling as he's stuck at the entrance, and turns, looking him over.

"What, that doesn't count?" Looks pretty costumelike to her.