[Heather finds it a bit difficult not to laugh at the exceedingly prim and proper woman on the screen. She holds it back (mostly) and decides she's feeling nice. Lucky you, Heather Mason is actually going to try to help you. But not very well.]

Sorry, lady. I don't think we're allowed to wear anything else.

[She looks down at her equally appalling clothing with some dismay.]

At least not as far as I know.