Most of these hardly seem worth the effort of wearing them... ah! [That there'd be nothing for her seems like a safe assumption, but when it came up in chat the other day RNG smiled on Sonja, so in the bottom of the box she turns up... something in dark blue wool that probably most of the rest of the people at the station would assume was in the wrong box.

She holds the bathing costume up to herself, a calculating frown on her face; maybe just a tad big, but nothing that cinching the waist a little tighter won't fix. She grins crookedly at Talon.] No stockings, but I won't worry over that if you won't?