Bree couldn't help but laugh at his question, "Me? You see me now. How happy I am with no direction. Imagine me tied up in a box with the lid closed. How could that make anyone happy? Besides, the world I live in now has interesting things that fall into my pockets." She tried to change the subject. Simply because dwelling on the past was never good for her usually alien-like good mood.
Her ears perked up, "Maybe later? I thought you hated them!" Such a confusing man! He was more than ready for her to strip off each outfit the moment he laid eyes on her. Of course, little did she realize exactly why that was. How was she supposed to know he more than just liked them. "Maybe I should go back for them..." Or maybe they were already liberated from their boring place on the hanger...