Sansa has managed to drape her toga in a fashion that, while not modest enough by Westerosi standards, is enough to keep her covered. She's grateful that her hair is loose and she combs it over her shoulders, using it to help cover herself even further.

She's so preoccupied with her person that she doesn't realize she's standing next to her brother until several long moments pass and, once she does realize it, she throws her arms around him in a fierce greeting, heedless of the wine he carries.

"Jon! Jon, how did you get here?"