...A wet Smurfette. Erin's patted herself down as best she can with the cocktail napkins but there's no hiding that this three-apple-high blue person definitely got completely soaked not all that long ago; among other things it makes her white dress cling, revealing an even tinier sports bra beneath it and little itty bitty knives strapped to the outside of her legs that the fabric bunches around. She hops up onto a decoration on the floor and waves in Cassandra's direction with both hands, all enthusiasm.
"Cassandra!" Smurfette calls in Erin's voice. "Lass, down here! I come in pocket size! Can't see your costume without my blindfold though, I did NOT think that part though."
After The Breakdown With SecUnit
...A wet Smurfette. Erin's patted herself down as best she can with the cocktail napkins but there's no hiding that this three-apple-high blue person definitely got completely soaked not all that long ago; among other things it makes her white dress cling, revealing an even tinier sports bra beneath it and little itty bitty knives strapped to the outside of her legs that the fabric bunches around. She hops up onto a decoration on the floor and waves in Cassandra's direction with both hands, all enthusiasm.
"Cassandra!" Smurfette calls in Erin's voice. "Lass, down here! I come in pocket size! Can't see your costume without my blindfold though, I did NOT think that part though."