"Ah, yes, that pesky problem. I thank you for that." She was sure if she had worn her red coat properly, it would have torn. It wasn't even hers in the first place, but details.

She slid her arms through and marvelled at how it actually fit, and she was wearing it properly. Giving it a few adjustments, Grell turned to face Arthur while pulling her hair from the inside.

"How is it?" She held up a finger towards him. "And be honest!" Idly, Grell was feeling over the material. "I don't think I could ever willingly get this stained with blood."