Irene is a little way off, holding up two different black velvet coats and then handing one to a sales assistant (well, alright, half-shoving it at her) to try on the other. She smooths it down and walks to a mirror closer to wear Ana is, twisting to get a decent look at it and then glancing over her shoulder to the other woman with a wry smirk on her lips.

"You look like you've got taste- is it a bit goth, do you think?"

She's not terribly worried as to whether it is or not- truth be told, she likes it- but she likes conversation, too.