[What Charles' told her time and time again about fitting in with her abilities does run through her head, but so does the reminder that here it's different. There's still hesitance, a toying of her finger through her hair before she raises a hand with splayed fingers and steps back before curling them back to point upwards.]
Alright... [From her boot heels to tight blond curls, change ripples through her; her figure to his. She adjusts her stance to mimic his, giving a tug to her jacket lapel.] How's this?