"Oh, hell yeah, red would be the ticket! But I'd have to think really hard about the right shade."

She then puts a hand on her her hip and steps back a little.

"As for you, mister..." A bit of sternness seeps into her voice. "Let's start off with one or two, okay? I'm a busy girl. And if you can't decide, then I'll choose for you."

Now, she doesn't sound that stern, since his plight is very relatable. Sometimes she misses having access to her old wardrobe so much that it's physically painful, like she feels it in her chest.