"I..." Well. Maybe it was just better to let him see for himself. Sango sighed and moved towards the door that led to her room, opening it.

"Sorry for the mess," she apologized brusquely. Her room wasn't that terrible, save a sloppily made bed and a couple of weapons lying around, but still. She hurriedly opened the closet, revealing all five of her outfits in their glory, and stood there with an expression that was half "I told you I'm not suited to this stuff" and half wariness.