"When I got here I went through the closet of who I'd replaced. Let's just say floral patterns aren't my thing." She'd taken all the clothes to a store that bought used clothes and sold the lot of them. She'd gone to get a few outfits she'd liked, and been glad that her manner of dress was still easily available.
She smirked a bit at him calling her a lady. That hadn't ever happened before. Her first impulse was to object to it, but she rationalized it by assuming that he didn't mean it as an insult. "So, how're you feeling? I'd be sore if I didn't know how to heal myself a bit." She spoke more quietly, as to not let anyone hear.