[If only she'd ever mastered the art of doing that one eyebrow arched thing, Rose would totally be doing that as she stared at the racks of dresses, her nose wrinkled in mild disdain as she started to look through them, discarding every one with a cursory glance.]

So if there's an attack... [What, there could be?] How the hell am I suppose do anything but waddle away like a drunk duck in this?

[Grabbing the only dress she'd spotted that didn't look too girly girl for her tastes, a very fitted black satin number that would come down to her knees.]

I guess I could always rip it...