Idly, she slips out of her sleeveless gown and sets it aside. "You realize," she drawls, holding up the long johns and trying to figure out which side is which, "this opens you up to being dressed in Helium's traditional summer garb."

There's something more than the Voice there, just for a brief moment. An image of a man in what looks like a gladiator's costume. It's just a flash, but it's definitely her imagining Curtis in a short leather skirt with bare thighs and chest.