Smiling brightly, her red lipstick hot against her pale skin, Rarity stood up. With a wave of her hand the pad and pen began to follower her around as she approached Mac with the measuring tape.
"Thank you, Big Macintosh! You know I'm only doing what anypony would do. Yes, I have seen her. She needs clothing to accommodate her wings. I pulled a few things for her, but she seems like she wishes to be independent here. I only have heard from her over the radio, or if she requests something to wear."