Shizuru frowns. "I like your family less and less the more you talk about them," she mutters. Shizuru can help with that fistfight, though, should Imogen ever want to add it to her list of social infractions. Give her someone deserving to punch, and her fists are ready.

She continues watching Imogen, remarking dryly, "Yes, new clothes. A terrible fate." The smirk accompanying her comment, should Imogen turn to look, says the opposite of her tone of voice. Shizuru likes new clothes too. The photo catches her by surprise, and she leans in to see which one it is. "My kid brother. Why?"