Okay obviously she wasn't going to get away with that one. He boggles at her and she suddenly finds the scuffs on her mary janes a thrilling study.

Which has her realizing how much her feet have been killing her. They're not the most practical shoe to be left running for your life in, especially with a heel. If she has money left over, maybe she'll slink into the shoe store and quietly purchase something more forgiving.

Or, in light of meeting this boy and being thrust into a functional society again, something a bit dressier? She'll never be beautiful, but perhaps she can aim higher than a ghoul who skulks in the shadows.

He rejects her skirt (why?) and offers something a bit more svelte, a few inches shorter on the hem. How bold of him. Does he prefer a slender pair of legs? Something to show them off in? Fukawa flushes anew. "Um, if you th-think so...I can try it..."

She takes the skirt demurely and clutches it close. "So! I don't have your name yet. Sh-shouldn't we be properly introduced?" Is it her fault if her lashes are prone to fluttering? "I'm F-Fukawa. Fukawa Toko."