and she's grateful for that :3
[ Haruka doesn't take long, selecting a shirt and a pair of khaki slacks from the pile she'd gathered. She can't do a thing about her new-inmate anklet, but at least it's unobtrusive (though she scowls and tries, just in case).
Emerging from the dressing room, she lobs the jumpsuit one-handed at a disposal bin for damaged items, broken hangers, etc. It lands perfectly. ]
Oops! My hand slipped. Oh well.
[ She grabs a necklace off a nearby jewelry rack and slings it around her neck, then grins at Michiru. ]