That tugs at something in Gwen's chest a little. Remembers the first time her dad bought her a dress, how big a moment that felt even if it wasn't really her style and wasn't really anything special. "He got you this for the big party, huh?"

Gwen doesn't touch the fabric, not immediately anyway, but she gives the damage a solid visual once over.

"I don't think he'd be upset with you. Dads don't get upset about that stuff." Well, not good dads. "Do you mind if I have an even closer look?"