Your room's already occupied, I'm sad to hear. Let's see... what looks good to me?

[She gives him a devilish smile at her supposed dismay over him already having a roommate, then turns her attention to scouring the dresser drawers. A few rooms in, and her interest is interrupted by a gasp of surprise.]

My dress?! What's it doing here?!

[In one of the closets is Vera Keyes's Sibyll's daring little black number, accented with red. She pulls it out in confusion, holding it up against herself. It seems to fit.]

How can this be here?!