Pass well. She'd like it if that was actually the case, but she'd settle for that, she thought, as about the best she could manage. She'd settle for faking it convincingly.

"Clothes, bras, just an unending garment-thrusting situation," she said, with a little smile, tipping her head to rest her cheek on the top of Nuriko's head. "Which I'm glad to help with. Because boy howdy was my first bra-shopping experience an awkward one. I mean I had no idea. Fifteen years of memories of boy clothes."