Christine wasn't budging from her spot. "So, you're saying you don't have even a sweatshirt that'll fit me?" She then mentally facepalmed. "Right, then. Gym clothes. My size. What I have on is what I have as my impression was meeting you and your father, having time to get what I would need..." She then snapped her fingers. "Of course, you jog, yes?" She ran in place hoping the princess would get it. "Outfit for jogging, that would work to spar in, yes? You have a spare my size? If no, I can have someone from the precinct zap over mine!" She was thinking Wanda, and it would dawn on her in a few that Wanda zapping anything over to her would be a bonzer BAD idea.