Jennie was... actually getting along with Oberon, surprisingly enough, right now exuding with charm because she knew how unpleasant Oberon could really be. Jennie valued a friendly work environment, and so she worked extra hard to be nice to everyone, surly-faced dwarfs included. Especially the sharp-needle wielding kind.
She smiled at him, as he stood on the stool adjusting the waist of her green sequin shorts, while she held the ends of her t-shirt up and out of the way exposing her flat stomach in the process. "Less like they're going to fall down..." She informed him. There were still a few pieces of her costume that needed fitting but it was definitely a start.