"What?" Essery had no idea what type of sense he was making for a second, then looked down at herself and snorted, remembering. "Oh. Well, it was clean..." And one of her favourite shirts, but she didn't really need to say that to the man who's face was nearly front an center on it, did she?
"I suspect it's just as strange sober, though, if that helps."
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