Alberto was off to the closet first step as soon as Andrei indicated where he might find some footwear.  Of course he had a wardrobe for just this kind of situation -- the man could just make people into whatever he seemed to want.  She was still unsteady on her feet, but rapidly gaining a sense for just how his body had changed.  She didn't seem much shorter -- enough to be noticeable, a few inches off the top, maybe, but she was still looking at things from -mostly- the same angle as before.  Andrei's assurances that he was aware that the task would take time were actually reassuring.  There was enough on his mind right now that if he had to plan a B&E in the course of a single night, with everything weird and unfamiliar on top of everything else, he'd... probably botch it, and end up in the county lockup, or worse.  A woman, jailed, without any ID?  A recipe for utterly terrible things to happen to her.<br/><br/>But Alberto had been taught to search for opportunity in bizarre circumstances, and Andrei was right: he'd never known anonymity, and never like this.  He'd always been Alberto Davide... but he wasn't much of an "Alberto" right now, was he?  He wasn't even a Davide.<br/><br/>What the hell was this body's shoe size, anyway?<br/><br/>He plopped down on her backside and picked the first thing she saw, which ended up a tiny little shoe -- he knew the style had a name for it, really, but he wasn't a fashion expert, he just knew it was a women's shoe -- and began by testing the fit.  "You don't have to worry about me on that part," she said, glancing back at Andrei for a moment before returning to her task.  "Who the hell would believe me if I told it to them?  And hell, if they did believe me, even for a moment, that means they'd know something bigger about it all..."<br/><br/>Like the question of what exactly Andrei really was.  The slipper-looking things were too big; the next pair, red high heels, were too small.  The final offer, strength, slowed her pace down -- and finally elicited a sidelong look at the man.  "When you say 'more strength,'" she said, warily, "what exactly do you mean?"