...slickly (? is that something I should be looking for, in couture? Slickness?) dressed enough to me. And you looked like yourself, which is an awfully hard thing to do at a Con when everyone is looking at you, and you want to either get under the table or run shrieking to lose yourself in the mind-blowingly massive crowds.

Hah! Bless. That poor woman. Yes, you wear a bomber, so EVERYONE can believe you really mean what you say.

I am giggling at the idea of some woman attacking you with just the word "WHY!?" At least she didn't cry on you.