"The bin bag," she repeated, pulling the gown in closer and testing the weight of it. "I never did have the opportunity to try one of those."

With something of a resigned sigh Reinette brought the gown against herself, measuring. Whatever the finer points of this discussion might be, she could not fault Jack's assessment of her size. It would serve.

"Very well," she agreed, seeming to come to some sort of conclusion. "If this is what I am required to leave this place? I shall wear it. I would wear one of your bin bags. Or even what I am wearing now. It does not matter."

Or at least, she considered?

It did not matter much.