[While Amanda doesn't look especially masculine thanks to the cut of her leather jacket and the tight pants, she's also not wearing a bit of makeup and she made sure that her cleavage wasn't exposed and her hair's fully tucked under the cap--she was a pilot, not a 'sexy' pilot'--so she supposes that at first glance some people might think she's dressing up as a man. Which she wouldn't mind precisely, since she is dressing up as a woman who elbowed her way into a boy's club and wasn't known for being traditionally attractive.

And she's kind of glad for that, because it means she feels pretty secure in heading to the bar and not getting any unwanted attention. It had escaped her mind that Arthur would be there--she hasn't been to the club before this, even if it would probably be more her style than Pandemonium had been--but she grins when she sees him]

Hey. Ah, as much as I'm sure it would be hilarious for everyone if Graced and I switched places, I think I'll stick to that backlight thing for now.

You look great, by the way. Your roommate did all that? [she saw the woman whizzing past at some point--how do you not notice someone in green face paint who actually manages to make it look something besides totally cheesy--and would been stunned she and Arthur live together if it weren't for her own living situation with Kavinsky]