You find Diar in the side building, stabbing a pin through a rip in her costume that doesn't seem to be for artistic effect. Diar looks decidedly less calm than Nichol and waves you frantically over when she catches sight of you.
"Hold this for me," Diar says, and shoves fabric into your hands as soon as you put the basket down. "These costumes seemed sturdy enough at the fittings, but tonight they're coming to pieces for everyone. If we wind up naked onstage, I'm blaming the curse."