She raked a hand through her hair, now more wavy than usual because it had been braided for awhile. A tiny smile touched her mouth at his suggestion that she change before Stefan got there. If he had to think about it, it obviously mattered on some level. It did to her, too. She briefly contemplated asking him to unzip the back of her costume for her, but now wasn't the time. A voice in the back of her head wondered if there would ever be a right time for that again.
"Yeah. Probably," she agreed, heading toward the small room in the back of the trailer that she usually slept in. It was where her very small wardrobe was, and aside from that, there was an old mattress. It was bare necessities in general, for everyone and she was no exception.
She unzipped the dress once she was inside the room and thought about Jeremy's last statement. There was no way Elena could fight her physically and win, that was something Anna was certain of. But she didn't really want to physically fight with Jeremy's sister, either, unless she had to to stop her from doing something really stupid. Like hurting Jeremy. "So you think all of us approaching her is the way to go?" She slipped off her costume, pulling off the leotards and placing her things in the pile on the floor. She picked up one of the outfits she usually wore during the day -- much more tame and less revealing. She slid the shirt on over her head and then into the long ankle-length skirt, grimacing. She'd hated fashion in the 1930's.
She returned to the main room once more, a tiny smile on her lips. She barely resisted from teasing him. Better? she wondered.