Fred was about to argue, about to correct, but the sales woman firmly pushed her into the changing room. While she was more than a little confused, she opted for simply trying on the dress and shoes rather than fighting with the crazy boozer? Druggie? Just plain rich and has nothing else to do with herself? All the above? Fred mumbled softly to herself as she shimmied out and in of clothes.
It took her a little longer to figure out the shoes - she might be a genius, but shoes could be difficult sometimes. Honest. Specially when she went without proper shoes for a few years. It was amazing she knew how to talk...
Fred stepped out, her hair still lose, falling round her shoulders, but the rest of her looked well enough put together. Her lips twisted a little as she waited for a comment, and get this, she didn't trip once as she stepped in front of the threeway mirror.