I look like a girl, you mean. Instead of just another Speaker.

[She people-watches when she's out, of course. She knows plenty of what's in fashion and what isn't, what people from all walks of life wear at what times and on what occasions. She'd known what she was looking for when she'd gone looking; the options had been few and far between, for various reasons, but she'd picked the best of the available selection.

The shorter skirt feels strange, hitting against the backs of her knees. It makes her turn in a slow circle, causing it to flare out just a little as she completes a revolution.]

I'm not sure if I like it, exactly. But I feel...different. I like that much, at least.