<div style="text-align: justify;">Josephine accepted Nazo's hand and tried not to put too much of her weight on it while she stood up. It took a moment for the young woman to balance herself, but she soon let go - reluctantly - of the detective's hand. Walking him to her closet, she opened the door and started analyzing her clothes with a pensive expression. If Ellie was to pass for her, she should probably pick out something she wore often.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes. Much more than I should have, probably", Josephine commented when Nazo joked about her clothes. "You see, when you live like I do, it's... kind of a job to look nice. I know I probably shouldn't have all that with all those people without jobs and food out there". She was about to say something else when her gaze fell on the wedding dress. Her fingers touched the silk delicately, and she sighed. "It would have been a lovely wedding", she murmured to herself.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, the girl straightened her back and carried on with the task at hand. Despite being so quiet, it was clear Josie had some inner strength, ready to be used when needed. Picking out a black polkadot dress and a red belt, Josephine hummed to herself. "This one, I guess. I wear it quite often, and it's pretty... well, distinctive. And those red shoes there. Can you get them, please?", she requested, not really feeling up to leaning down at the moment.</div>