MittyMittens
Bumblebee Therapist
Lupa frowned a bit when he said he didn't want to be a dictator, she had no idea where to begin. She bites her lip in thought as she roamed through the clothes, actually picking a lot of earth tones, she wasn't a big fan of outlandish over bearing colors. "I have no idea what size I am" She says looking at the numbers on the clothes, but guessed by comparing it to the number on Ofelia's and going a size down from that. She grabbed some jeans, cargo pants, and some tanks and tees, mostly in greens, browns, and white, with the occasional dark red item, not having much interest in camouflage. Mostly choosing items based of how comfortable they seemed before color. She looks back at him when she believed she was done. "What do you think?" She asks curiously.