Arc gave a laugh at Yelena's quip about the intelligent gene pool joke, shaking her head as she eyes herself in the sleek dress. "take a look around, girl. Sixth World fragged as it is anyhow...heh..". A quick change back to her street clothes and a purchase later, the two left the shop and found their way to the small oriental shop. It was cramped for sure, and Arc had little room to move, mostly trying to get out of the way of Yelena and the younger shopkeeper.
When the cheongsam was introduced, the human tilted her head, a small smile flitting across her lips. "Drek, that's a good one. Suits you well. Classic yet relevant. Not a bad choice, babushka". She chuckled. Over the couple weeks she had looked up a couple words in russian just for fun. The pronunciation was terrible, but she was trying. After the purchase, the human picked up her shopping bag and left with the elf, hopping into her slick black Americar...the Scorpion was fun, but impractical for the agenda tonight. Before starting up, she finally answered Yelena's suggestion.
"I uh...think I ain't gonna take Jaime with us. If this club be as sketch what SW be suggesting, best not to have -too- much distraction, eh?". She winked, plugging herself into the interface as she fired up the engine. "far as I'm concerned, I'm out with friends. Word's been going around too, might be recognized by Barrens folk. We will see." . Arc honestly doubted that, as her part in the whole deal was small and out of the spotlight, but you never know. The drive was uneventful, broken only by a stop at a quick burger joint for some grub before returning home, the two needing to clean up and get ready. The uman showered quickly, just enough to get the grime off, and the dress was on in short order, the matching purse actually strapping to her belt. No makeup, though, so it must figure that Arc thinks the dim lighting of a club will hide the faded scars in her face...right?