She wouldn't have missed this for the world, and just as Bolin has spiffy'd up, Dove has forgone her normal attire (though really, in a city this big with a passion for fashion like hers, that's not too terribly unlikely anyway) in favor of a simple--but downright lovely-- red dress that drapes just off the shoulders. When she arrives, and spots Bolin, she's immediately relieved; he's a safe person to start a conversation with, and with the bright smile that appeared when she noticed him, she's quick to approach and attempt to save him--and perhaps herself-- from awkward milling around. "Hey, Bolin!"