She nods, giving it a kick to scoot it so that it no longer obstructs the door. "Somebody'll come for it. Or maybe the bar will take it back, use it reupholster one of the couches or something."

A thought strikes her and she fetches the wig from the corner, placing it in the hall with the dress carcass. While doing so, she glances down at herself. Her concern is not that she isn't wearing much from the waist up--it's the hideous undergarment thing from the waist down. It is white and frilly and that's about all her brain is willing to process.

"Oh, Christ. The dress must have been that big to keep anyone from seeing these." She plucks at the fabric on her hip and rolls her eyes.