"It's not a double standard. Women have vaginas. While some men act like they do it's still entirely different ways of living." So he had properly called her out on her double standard, she was still going to go down fighting.
Alicia wanted to point out that they didn't have to tell the saleswoman anything but it would do no good. She went back into the dressing room, suddenly needing to get that godforsaken dress off. This store royally sucked. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you work quickly, don't you?" Her eyes scanned all of the items he was holding. It seemed he was intent on buying the store, almost as intent as she was on ignoring that little moment out there.
Normally she could put her mutilation out of her mind. It pissed her off everyday but the more she ignored it the less power she gave it. It was hard to ignore it with Robbie around. He gave a human face to the Ministry who had put her through all this. It was the evil corporation fucking up her life but when it looked like her friend it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn't want to associate any of that anger with him but moments like these the lines blurred just a bit.
"Don't look too much, perv," she teased, her voice a little off as she pulled off the dress, already grabbing for the next one. Alicia had never been a shy girl, years of changing in a shared locker room had cemented that fact. They were only parts, there was nothing sexual about it. "I like the red. Grab the zipper, yeah?"