Re: The Flibbertigibbet/The Pilot
"I don't mind being alone," Carter told her. Because she didn't. She had gotten used to it and it was almost strange when she as in company. But as much as this had seemed unusual at first, she was finding that she didn't mind it at all. She wondered though if she ought to leave. Her champagne was nearly gone, and she didn't want to over-stay her welcome. Lili had been looking for a shoe, after all.
Of course it currently seemed as if she might not be thinking much of the shoe.
"I like red. I don't wear it much, because it's not practical when one is making things work, and climbing around engines and under planes, and things. But I like red. when I want to wear something different. It's always red." She could slink. She hadn't for a very long time, being given no reason to, but if given a dress like that, she would wear it. There might be dresses and clothing that would risk wearing her, but she could wear the hell out of a slinky red dress, and while they might be hiding, she had breasts - not large ones - but perhaps that was part of why they kept their perky shape despite any particular undergarment to accentuate such. She knew they attracted men's attention, so she kept them hidden, but if she'd had a red dress, she might have tried it on and shown them off just there, just to let Lili know that yes, she could absolutely wear a dress, even if it did not come as naturally as trousers and a jacket.
"This isn't a sliding outfit, no," she tilted her head. "This is a declaration."
She took the scarf though, and pulled it around her neck, tying it off with some skill, while pulling a few stray hairs out from underneath it, tucking them back up in her hair. After a beat she slid off the leather jacket, draped it over the back of the chair and adjusted her ivory shirt so that it was tucked into the trousers, the blue and white scarf over it, and a bit of chest hiding between scarf and first buttoned button. "Well?"