Scout rolls her eyes and whines, knowing she's whining.

"But I hate how long it takes! All this minutia, and I don't wear anything that needs to be carefully tailored anyway. I'm not a wrestler these days!" Way back in her last tour, with the Asgardians who'd loved nothing more than feats of combat, she'd been fourteen, barely changed and considerably more cheerful than she is these days. So she'd joined the performers for a while. Those guests had loved her.