"I don't want to wear the remaining clothes of your dim little flings, thanks. I'm sure I have better taste and a better figure," Classy as ever, obviously, but when had the Master ever not been a jealous, bitchy asshole. Though now it was done with less spite and more humour, clearly saying it with more of a lack of tact than an intention to hurt. "Now, somewhere classy, don't take me to a supermarket. I'm not wearing Asda jeans."

If she was dressing properly, she was dressing right. She tugged the hoodie off, leaving only the ill-fitted red t-shirt. It wasn't exactly massive on her, it just didn't really compliment any of her features.

It was a good thing her last regeneration was slim. And had small feet. "You better have money."