"Is it? I don't... know very much about clothes, I guess." Lucy said. She looked again at the dress, trying to see what the woman meant.

The tailor wasn't taking kindly to Talia's dismissal of his work, however. "You have no eye for quality, none at all!" He said, with vitriol. "Off with you, find someone else to swindle!" He makes large sweeping gestures with his hands, trying to shoo the two of them away.

Lucy's face shows her irritation, and her vectors flex before she thinks better of it and starts to leave.