"I think it's a little early for that," she responded.
Rebecca caught that something in his gaze and felt herself returning it in the amusement of the moment- a little playfulness in her eyes, in the way she let her tongue poke out just a hint when she smiled. After returning it to the rack and subsequently turning around with some real selections on hangers over her wrist, she paused for a moment to adjust her dress. The damn thing should have been taped in place, and the two straps somewhere near the bottom of her ribcage were only just cutting it. It was just a moment, though, before she followed him to the shoot area.
Among her choices were some extremely trendy shirts, shoes that didn't look physically possible, and something black that resembled a dress in theory, but seemed to be composed of straps and drapes that she would have no chance of arranging herself. Truth be told, she chose half the stuff mostly out of curiosity.
"So, um." When she had his attention she stood there, stockinged feet bouncing just a little in her unsureness, holding the clothes in one hand and twirling her long hair with the other.