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"It's not about liking them or not," she starts to argue, before realizing that isn't entirely true. "Well. I don't like the look of jeans. They're all too clingy -- the women's ones, anyway." They look more like thick hose than anything else, and while she can understand the reasoning behind wearing little but glorified undergarments to the beach, she wouldn't want to wear them round the shops. The entirety of Darrow doesn't need to know the exact shape of her arse. "And I've never had cause to try anything else, really."

These trousers, at least, are a far cry from skinny jeans. It takes her some awkward maneuvering to get into them, and some of the looseness is doubtless down to them being the wrong size for her, but they're not designed to lie like a second skin. They're sort of silky, actually. She lifts first one foot and then the other like a fractious horse, then hums in a manner that's uncertain, but not displeased. The shirt is easier to manage, despite having many more buttons, and she tucks it in before looking up at Nina.

She doesn't quite have the courage to turn around and face her own reflection in the mirrors behind her. "What do you think?"