Sadly, there's rather a dearth of good clothing on board; you may have to borrow something off one of the more sartorially impressive of our fellow passengers. The aforementioned friend of mine might have something that could tide you over until we dock at the next station. [ She smiles brightly; Oxford is pretty much her favourite topic to talk about right now. ] His name's John, but I do believe he's been introducing himself as Oxford. He's the one currently sporting a rather fetching steel grey Hugo Boss ensemble. Brown haired, blue-eyed fellow. Never wears a bloody tie. [ HELL YES Cambridge describes people based on their clothes. It's what she notices first, quite frankly.

Seemingly satisfied with 'we could work something out' she sits back in her seat, folding her fingers in her lap and swinging a little idly in her chair. ]

I've always appreciated an impressive piece of tailoring, especially when it's vintage. [ A pause. ] Have you ever worn a silk-lined jacket on bare skin?

[ a seemingly innocent question - her dress is sleeveless, after all! - but nevertheless heavily laden with all manner of suggestiveness. ]