"Just a moment, then," says Susan, and goes to rummage through Janet's wardrobe, which churns out, of all things, what seems to be a futuristic pajama set consisting of a tiny pair of shorts and a thin little sleeveless top that looks more like lingerie than anything, with its narrow lacy straps. She shrugs, though, and changes quickly into it with her back to Janet, leaving her gown draped over a chair. Once she's covered again, she unhooks her brassiere, pulling it free from her top, and drapes it over her gown, too - the one her own closet supplied to go with the gown was more decorative than functional, anyway.

Then she turns back to Janet. "Hello there," she says, taking her in.