"Did you pick out this outfit?" he asked, looking at her clothes. "No," she said. She was wearing a cheap, bright red dress that she'd been given by another girl from the bar who shared the same apartment. "Someone gave it to me." "I thought so," said Satake. "It doesn't suit you." Then buy me on that does!--that was the sort of thing she would learn to say only later. That night she had just smiled vaguely to cover her embarrassment."