“In an extraordinarily general sense,” is not really agreement, no: “if I knew that, I think I could probably just take your measurements and have Jarvis make an order, but what I've learned about clothing here so far wouldn't get us anywhere by ourselves. Unless you were dying to try my heels.”

That is definitely a joke, but she casts a speculative look back over her shoulder: “You've probably got the legs for them, but I don't know we've got time to teach you where to put your weight.”

Shame.

“No, that's what the attendants are for, they're going to give us,” her, mostly, “options to look at and for you to try on and I'll try to keep things moving.”