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She blinks at him, and then looks down at her dress, and then--]
It isn't as if I enjoy walking around in a blood-soaked dress. Trust me, this isn't my fashion statement.
[She just didn't really have the chance to do anything about it, given how the entire...robots shoving them onto buses thing worked.]