"I usually do," the black and white catsuit served it's purpose in allowing her the greatest amount of movement she could possibly have without being naked but it didn't always do so well in lower temperatures. She was going to discuss the use of a new fabric with someone at Department H but there was no way to do that now. She hugged herself as they walked.
"What do you know?" she asked. There was a hint of something strange to the way she spoke. As if one minute she was delightful and almost too sweet and then she would say certain things and it was if she was better than him, as if she were in charge of whatever there was to be in charge of.