[Alanna's cheeks are turning red- the idea that she got caught by an illusion- or--

Well.

You'll have to excuse her while she picks up a couple pieces of her brain, because she isn't... exactly expecting someone else to be able to pull off a convincing cross-dress, or-- whatever the hell it was Spade was doing.]

Ah-- yes. I'm not exactly a tailor, but this is-- a bare scratch above wearing a glorified bed-sheet. At least it's warm.