"I'm good," Annie assured her, blowing out a little nerve-steeling breath. "This is -- like, I'm kind of having a hard time understanding why someone would go to all this trouble to buy a dress like this if they don't have a situation like mine?"

Like, there were...non-superpowered, non-nationally-celebrated women who made appointments here and willfully tried on clothes on TV, on purpose.

"But I'm at least used to it." Seriously, this was nothing compared to the red carpet she'd have to deal with next week for Dawn of the Seven. "And you're good?"

Summer was not the one she was going to primarily worry about in that regard, but a check-in never hurt anyone.