She tilted her head and took the girl in. Odd. She could be pretty, but she just didn't do anything with herself. She needed her hair to be not so flat. And her makeup could do so much to bring out her eyes. A little lipstick. Some earrings. Some clothes that didn't look like they'd come from a homeless shelter.
"Oh, honey, no." She shook her head. "Why in god's name would you walk outside wearing those shoes?"
It was a mess. A horrifying mess.
The mess in front of her took her attention away from other, more pressing matters. Like the fact that this girl didn't smell like anything. She certainly didn't smell like life.
Maybe Karen would have brought it up, but the fashion atrocity sitting before her was far too consuming.