Hector was quite a charmer, and Vivian giggled quietly into her hand, rolling her eyes at his comment about her beauty. But she didn't question or disagree; she was learning to take Harry's advice. She couldn't live her life putting herself down, and if there was anyone who could impact her self-esteem for the better, it was Hector. "I've got no plans for tonight, honestly. I'd love to take a walk." She looked down at herself, sighing. "But I'm afraid I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion. If you'd give me a moment, I could get changed, find something cleaner." Subconsciously, her east end accent was sliding into a more upper class tone, the occasional word and phrase a little more clipped than it normally would've been. Purely because she didn't want to seem like some common tart when Hector was around.
"I, uh... the only real place to sit that I can guarantee won't collapse is my bed. So you could sit down there if you'd like. If you don't mind me... well, if you don't mind a woman in the room, getting changed."