No, being a shapeless void was not really on Cece's to do list. There was wearing a lot of black and letting it wear you.
Ah good. See, she had a feeling when she saw her pick out that Nirvana jacket that this woman had a way with this store. It was probably some innate skill. Magic even. Everything was magic on this island, really. "I'll take your word for it," she drawled, though she followed along to the other section with interest. "Teach me your ways oh wise thrift store guru."
Nicely proportioned was a very complimentary way of putting it. Generally Cece considered herself to be a bit on the thin side and not a whole lot else, but she wasn't about to argue. At the very least, it was probably an advantage as far as finding things that would fit alright. She gave each option a once over before collecting all three. "I'll have to see them on, probably." She had no objections to any of them on the hangers at least.
"A little of both probably?" These things usually tended to be that way. You started inside and wandered out to smoke or get some privacy, or you started outside and wandered in to warm up and be cozy. It was the natural migratory pattern of parties.