[ kovacs hasn't forgotten about marta's little problem, and maybe that's the idea behind the little challenge he throws out there, investing in a new backstory this time around, compared to the more easily believable circumstances he'd set up for them as business partners over in badrock. all it takes is one glance and he could see the panic set in on her expression.

the smirk plastered along his lips, a little proud of the teasing joke, is helpless, still there even when marta gestures out to the collection of clothing she's well aware is far from his style.

instead of looking to the assistant, he turns to keep his attention on the woman right beside him, his fingers giving her shoulder a light squeeze. ]

Oh, I don't think so. You know how it just feels like suffocation when I wear those things. [ he gives a vague waving gesture with his free hand, indicating the assortment of sweaters. ] Then again — [ he peers over at a different rack, reaching for a hanger to hold up a small, seemingly tight dress, one that might show more skin than it covers. ] Might be able to compromise if you show off a few of these for me.