[ Her eyebrows go up, leaning back a little with her hand set on her hip. All perfectly judgemental teenager. ]

Dude seriously? I look good in whatever the hell I wear because I'm hot as hell, not because I'm a girl. What sort of backwater planet did you come from where shit like that matters?

[ She shrugs, then tugging at the jacket to settle it the way she wants around her shoulders. ] Besides, I know a guy whose twice your size who can like punch all your blood out of your body, and he freaking loves it when he gets to be pretty.

[ She leans back in the mirror, checking herself over, yeah - still got it. ]