"Very much, yes," she replies with a smile. "Not much here will fit me, and none of it will fit my girlfriend."

"Runner, Suit, or Craftsman?"

"Runner, thanks."

"Craftsman Anrei can take in most simple dresses and skirts for about two to three bytes. Pleated items are much more expensive at six bytes each to start. Jackets and tops can be made from scratch; usually they'd cost about sixteen bytes at the low end for a custom piece, and similar for a skirt or pair of pants. If you want expensive fabric or complex details that increases the price, for obvious reasons."

"Wonderful." She turns to Eva. "D'you wanna start by picking some stuff out to be taken in, or go full custom?"

"I saw a couple skirts I liked the look of, no reason not to get them taken in. The blouses I'll have to place as longer-term orders. I'm thinking maybe three nice tops and a half-dozen skirts to go with; that should all fit in a hundred bytes or so if I'm judicious."

"Okay, let's go find some things that can be taken in." She turns back to the Associates. "We'll be back with some selections to be taken in, then. Thank you."

Sable goes through everything in extra-small, picking out knee-length and shorter skirts in reds and purples and blues and blacks, with dramatic patterns when possible. She eyes some tops for inspiration, as well.

There's plenty of dramatic patterns, some in ungodly combinations of hawaiian shirt patterns with skater wear, but a few items are more to her liking and it's not too hard to find enough to have a solid basis for a wardrobe. Blues and blacks are easier to find in good patterns than reds and purples, but there's a few red patterns, mostly of roses, that are less tacky. The purples are mostly lilac rather than deep violet. 

Eva goes through and picks out some pleated gothy skirts with chains. There's a distinct lack of the longer dresses she likes — Runners clearly need to be able to move fast — so she ends up with mostly mini and midi skirts instead, which makes her feel anxious but a little hopeful that once they're taken in they'll be flattering. 

... There is, however, a distinct lack of underwear in the department store. 

She looks over at Sable. 

"We're short on underwear, it seems."

On spotting the gothy skits with chains Eva's selecting, her eyes widen and she grabs some of those, too. Those are great.

"Hmm. Maybe it's a specialty item? We'll ask. Worst case, I take you back to Earth and we use the leftover funds I've got there to take you to a Victoria's Secret. I probably need a specialty place either way."

"Oh, gosh, Earth. I wasn't really ever planning to go back, but I guess it is possible. I just expect I'd have all kinds of legal difficulties because of, well," she gestures to herself. 

"Instant transition does come with a few drawbacks."

"Hah. Yeah, that would complicate matters. I still have access to my financials, though, so we can take advantage of that. Should probably close up my apartment, too, move all the crap into a few storage boxes on the train."

"Sounds very sensible. Pack away what's left. I had a few sentimental items too, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to get into my apartment to retrieve them with no key, no ID, and the wrong face. And they're just things, ultimately. Rather than scrabble for them I think it's better to make a clean break."

She half-smiles. "The books were the thing I'd miss most, and they've been showing up in my Bevin library one by one."

She smiles tenderly. "If any don't, let us know and we'll take a trip back to Earth for 'em. Glad they're showing up, though."

She kisses Eva's cheek and carries her selections up to the counter.

Eva flushes a little, but follows Sable back to the counter with her own armload of skirts to take in. 

"Here you are," she says to the Suit at the counter. "I'd like all of these taken in to my size. And I'm sorry if this is a rude question, but do you know any stores that do underwear?"

The Suit at the counter straightens his back at the mention of underwear, but nods. "Yes, ma'am. We don't stock it here, but there's a specialty shop down the street in the Runner utility mall. I can give you directions."

"Thank you kindly. I'll also want a few bustiers and tightly-fitted tops, and some crop tops. Who should we discuss the details of those with, since you said they'd have to be custom?"

"The Craftsman will be in in an hour or so. I can take an approximate order and you can return for a fitting?"

She nods. "That would work. We can go visit the specialty shop you mentioned in the meantime."

"I'll take a general description now, then." 

The Suit gets out a chunky-looking pen and a pad of paper.

Sable goes through describing some bustiers and other tops that end up on the gothier side of punk, or the punker side of goth, depending on one's perspective. She also describes a short utility jacket that should come down to her waist, as well as a couple pairs of rugged-but-stylish combat boots.

"Craftsman Anrei doesn't do boots, but he'll have someone he can refer the work to. Thank you for your order."

Eva hands over her items to take in, describes a few custom tops of her own — midnight blue, her favorite color — and nods to the cashier. "I'll pay on pickup."

"Likewise. Thank you for this, and see you when we return for the fittings."

And they head back outside, looking for the mall where the underwear shop is.