For an instant she froze, seeing him rip his clothes off and move from the corner of her eye. She then relaxed, realizing he'd brought clothes. "Thank you." She did not look at his body directly she stepped toward the chest and only stole a single glance. A blush rose to her cheeks the moment she did. Feeling foolish.<br/><br/>She began pulling out the array of clothes. Inspecting them and discerning their design. She was most curious of the fashions change in half a century. She found the items that were understood as underwear frilly and cumbersome. "This is the fashion?" She was like an alien to humanity. Trying to dress herself, she stumbled with a few things. First she puts on the lace panties. She puts on the bloomers stands a moment then removes them deciding she did not like them. She then pulls on some lace stockings. Very confused she tries to manage to keep them up.<br/><br/>Flustered she removes the stockings and begins to looks at the other items. After lifting and holding each piece against herself and looking and spinning she shook her head, flustered. She starts digging for a different set and suddenly lifts the guarderbelt. She manages into it, pulls the stockings up, clipping them to the belt at the thigh.  She then wonders over each skirt. "What are women wearing? Why so such layers?"<br/><br/>She lifts a beautiful bronze and crimson corset. She looks at him with a look of absolute horror and confusion. "What is this? How do I wear it?" She steps towards him, topless in white lace lingerie from the waist down. She looked at him without the irony, without the lust, or the bashfulness. She was so innocent and inquisitive at this moment. Perhaps the most vulnerable she could be was in how little she knew of the world she stood in. She knew not how science and technology had made the Victorian world a place of power hungry men.