Didi glares at her reflection in the plasglass of her room, hands clenched into fists at her sides. The frothing, heavy dress looks ridiculous on her short, slight frame, the skirt big enough to hide the gunslinger if she so needed. It bells out around her feet, still clad in her big, black boots.

Lilas dressed her personally, though Didi doesn't know how the cyborg woman managed to squeeze, pinch and prod her into the idiotic pile of white satin and lace when it was the last ...