Rae's makeshift costume had been surprisingly easy to procure. It had pretty much meant raiding the racks at the store, grabbing whatever gaudy eighties style clothing she could find, and she'd been more than happy to do it. Frivolity be damned, she deserved something to make her and the people around her smile. The reactions seemed divided, generally by age. Some younger people called her hair awesome (she even heard "super hot" on occasion, which was both amusing and embarrassing), while the older people – her father included – wondered what the hell she'd done.
She heard yet another comment about her hair and turned her head to see who'd made said comment, chuckling and shrugging a shoulder. "Oh. Thanks! I could've done a wig, but honestly? The world needs a little more brightness nowadays, I think," she mused. "Besides that, it matches the rest of my costume. And believe it or not, it wasn't that difficult. Most people only raid more important supplies, you know? Like lamps or camping supplies or food, so this was actually the easiest raid I've ever been on," she laughed a little.
She paused, then smirked at the woman who was dressed as a police officer. Good to know that she wasn't the only one in the room in the proper spirit. "Hope you didn't receive some sort of noise complaint, Officer," she added with a wry grin.