"Hm. Sometimes you've got to let things speak for themselves, I think."

Yeah, but Irene, when you want to do that you wear high heels and nothing else.

There are dresses that scream I don't have to try and dresses which scream I don't want to try and Irene decides that the one she's currently holding up against herself is the latter. She gives the mirror one more narrow-eyed stare and whirls away from it, replacing the dress on the rack and picking up another, also black, but rather more daring. (Read: sparkly). "Lovely as those shoulderblades are, dear, aren't you getting cold?"