"Clara. That's a beautiful name." It was, honestly. She liked the way it flowed. And it wasn't so completely off the wall as many of the names were here. John, for instance. "I've been here a few months now. I'd say you get used to it, but I don't know that you ever really do." The trapped feeling was fine one moment and overwhelming the next.
She glanced at the outfit one more time and gave a decisive nod. "You know, perhaps I will. I've been working on trying to get a more modern look going here." Despite everyone insisting it was okay to dress as she would back home, it wasn't. Not really. She was used to being the height of fashion, someone admired and looked at with respect. Not being mocked and judged for her look.