"Oh, no," she agrees, shaking her head. "You don't want to ask him for fashion advice. Though I imagine the boots were at least practical."

She steps in a little further, and pauses to look over at him with a long glance that sweeps from head to toe and back, to get a better idea of what sizes she should be looking for. The wardrobe itself is at least organized moderately well, even if the contents themselves are a mish-mosh of fashions from myriad port worlds and gifts from departed passengers. She stops in front of a rack of suit jackets and starts sifting through them. "I thought it felt like shoplifting, too, when I first got here," she says, and glances up with a little smirk. "But that was why I liked it."