Fred stood there, confused yet again. This was definitely worse than talking to Cordy when she was in fashion mode, or movie mode, or any mode Fred wasn't ready for. She looked over at the sales lady then back at the short woman.
"Uhm. I didn't ask you for help, you just did it?" Now, of course, Fred could have stopped there, she could have said thank you and just went on her merry way, but...
"Why would she be lookin' at your ankles? Is there somethin' wrong with them?" Fred tilted a little to get a look herself. "They look like okay ankles."
The sales lady might have had this conversation before with Mrs. Karen Walker because she was moving quickly to get Fred to a dressing room. It would save both of them perhaps.