Mary lifted up her skirt just high enough to reveal the thigh holster. It wasn't flirting per se, though there was a bit of a glint to her smile.
"I can agree with that assessment."
She smoothed the skirt back down almost as quickly as she'd lifted it for the brief flash. It was odd that there were times when she had to remind herself that this version of Johnny hadn't seen her in her birthday suit. It certainly might have made things like showing off a thigh holster seem a little bit less appropriate, she supposed.
"I kind of feel like Ingrid Bergman in this get-up though. That's a plus."
She smiled as she turned her attention to making herself a sandwich.
"You don't have a knife to use for this, do you?"
She didn't really love the idea of using her finger to spread the peanut butter and honey. She wasn't ignoring the job talk, but her stomach was a little too empty for her liking.
"You think we'll be able to? What if they ask for some sort of identification papers? How many places will even hire women? Unless it's World War II time, and then I could always work in a factory."