She was looking around now, with evident interest, and Rydell felt the hairs stand up along his arms, seeing that she wore an outfit that exactly mirrored his own, though everything she wore fit her perfectly, and of course looked very different on her. Loose khakis, blue workshirt, black nylon jacket with a Velcro rectangle over the heart, where you stuck the logo of your company. Right down to black socks (with holes? he wondered) and miniature versions of the black Work-‘N‘-Walks he'd bought for Lucky Dragon. But the hair on his arms was up because he knew , he had seen, he had, that in the first instant of her being there, she'd crouched before him naked.