"This feels like— Tighter than normal." Artemis comments, looking at herself in the mirror, with a look of solemn discomfort. It's normal, she's not used to wearing a gala dress.

You're her friend and roommate, but you've been in Gotham longer than she has. Usually, Artemis wouldn't wear these things, but she has to dress up for the Wayne family gala, since she's Jason's girlfriend.

You are an Amazon—You two have been best friends since you fought with swords when you were just two girls, future warriors. "Isn't there something else my style?" She asks, looking over her shoulder at you. By looking at herself in the mirror she knows that she would prefer a thousand times to go with her warrior outfit than with that.