Huh.

[she looks ahead of them for a moment as she tries to imagine it. white, flowing robes and what, probably laurels or something? like she's some kind of stateswoman? she shakes her head.]

Not really my thing, but I trust you if you think I'd look good in it. What the hell do I know about any of that stuff anyway. Just give me whatever to wear, long as it covers the important parts. I'm not proportioned right for fuckin' haute couture or whatever anyway.