"Oh-- ah, yes. I can." Thank Heaven there is a tank beneath it (dark gray and slim-fitting), because she really doesn't know what she'd have done otherwise. Turned around and left? Stripped down to her underwear? From Ms. Penelope Lane's impassive expression, she doubts either of those would have earned her more than a blink.
Briefly, she glances back at the waiting area; confirms that yes, she seems to be dressed woefully different from the other candidates; cringes slightly at the realization.
"I'm sorry about the clothes. They're...what I have right now." Doubtful that an apology makes much difference, but it seems like a better choice than pretending not to care.
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"Oh-- ah, yes. I can." Thank Heaven there is a tank beneath it (dark gray and slim-fitting), because she really doesn't know what she'd have done otherwise. Turned around and left? Stripped down to her underwear? From Ms. Penelope Lane's impassive expression, she doubts either of those would have earned her more than a blink.
Briefly, she glances back at the waiting area; confirms that yes, she seems to be dressed woefully different from the other candidates; cringes slightly at the realization.
"I'm sorry about the clothes. They're...what I have right now." Doubtful that an apology makes much difference, but it seems like a better choice than pretending not to care.