The man in red leaned back slightly, watching the fashionista with wide, shaken eyes. "Uh... sorry, I... hold on," the man said, adjusting a knob on the radio slightly. "I j... I'm sorry. I didn't realize you felt so strong about it. I'm not so big into fashion these days. I used to be, but... I kind of fell out of it. Long story." He furrowed his brow for a moment, scratching his head with the radio's antenna. "Uh... these hats tended to be designed for practicality, so I don't know if we have anything that'd pair well with a dress. I mean, people didn't usually wear dresses into firefights. But I remember they used to sell a nice... tea hat? Had a little bow and a flower on it? That might go well with a dress. That comes in red, or... blue. Other colors are extra, but... actually, you know what, never mind. I'll put it on my account." He cleared his throat and coughed again before continuing. "Also, do you want a weapon? Because I know a lot about the weapons. You seem like the kind of lady who could handle a katana. Kids these days are into katanas, right...?" The man trailed off at this point, grumbling softly to himself.