Edith had forgotten entirely about the dress until his eyes looked like they wanted her gone. His face, too, was as hard as stone and her confidence faltered. "I... I was curious. I'm sorry, I'll change..." she said, admittedly a little scared of how he reacted. It was only a dress; Lucille wasn't dead but perhaps it was still not appropriate. Maybe it was an English thing. "I'm sorry, don't be angry with me. I'll be back."