Kendra came out and looked at the mirror. She could do without the jeans but the shirt ... the shirt was more than acceptable. It was very ... alright? Was that the phrasing? She certainly wouldn't say cool. Not because it wasn't but because Kendra would rather not ever say 'cool'.
Smoothing down the shirt, that molded body frame a little bit more than she was accustomed to. She gave an approving nod. "It is bit too far from what I am accustomed for my liking. But ... I like di shirt." Kendra admitted. "I can do wit out di pants but I really like di shirt."