Looking at her companions for the day, Sophie knew that she'd be sticking out like a sore thumb during this shopping trick. To begin with, she only had the one dress, frumpy and grey - much like herself, she mused amusedly - which she'd tried to clean and remedy of any signs of the fight that'd taken place moments before she'd been brought here. Now, it wasn't usually a bad dress, it was very practical and simple and not outstanding at all, but apparently in this place no-one wore petticoats and she was rather shocked to see so many women wearing those blue pants.

Shocked, and rather intrigued, as well. How would they sit on the skin, she wondered.

"Hello to both of you. I'm good, thank you - I feel a little out of place."