That was almost too easy.

"It doesn't seem to like anything I do, or say, or think," Bobby replies, sighing. Her shoulders slump slightly as she lowers the dress. "It's weird enough being here without... whatever this thing is making silent commentary on everything. But I need more than one change of clothes, so it's just going to have to deal." She musters an imitated, tired smile. "Do you know if this sort of thing is normal?"