[ For a second, she looks up at him in complete confusion, and then down at herself. Tech, sure definitely that she could do in her sleep but --

-- Clothes? She pulls at her own shirt, tugging it out as if she's actually looking at it properly for the first time. She didn't mind their standard issue stuff, it wasn't bad at all, it was definitely better than most of what Jack made her wear. ]

I guess... we can, right? [ Which is actually just about as she's thought about it. ] Could... could you help me? I've never really picked clothes for myself before. [ giddy, almost and it seizes her quickly, letting it drop and sharp out of her mouth. Like relief, the only thing that matters. ] Not yellow. I never want to wear yellow again.