That... was a most interesting reaction, and one that had Cecilia immediately reconsidering her stance on the outfit. It was perhaps a touch hypocritical, but she'd take what she could get. She felt a little flush of pleasure, and a greater thrill at getting an up-close look of Owen. She closed the front door and leaned back against it, biting her bottom lip through a grin. What was it about a man in uniform, anyway? Some part of Cecilia's brain was still protesting, stubbornly insisting that it was not okay to enjoy any part of this nightmare setting, but it was a hell of a lot quieter than it had been twenty minutes ago. Another voice was doing its very best to drown it out, wondering if they'd get points for blowing off work and making out all day. Did they even call it making out in the 50s? Irrelevant. She still wanted to do it, but forbid herself from moving off of the door. At least until they talked first.
"This is a good look for you, too," she said. She resisted the urge to check the thing on her wrist to see if they were losing points for talking about waking up in this place. No matter how badly they needed the points, she figured they needed to talk about it first and get on the same page. "Is this weird? Is it going to freak you out?"