[ Unfortunately, Gideon would be more inclined to trust Leia's fashion advice were it not for the fact that the gown she's currently getting fitted for reminds her far too much of the ornate robes of the Ninth, only in skeletal white rather than dull black. Not that the other woman doesn't look damn good in them, but there's way too many layers and billowing flow and drapes for her own liking, beckoning the imagination to picture all the myriad ways the loose fabric could get caught and trip her up in a fight.

Anyway, why would anyone choose to only wear one color when instead they could wear a hundred? Makes no sense to her. ]

Sorry, I've only got the one pair. These things are ancient, you know? They're not growing them on trees. [ A pause. ] How blinding? We talking 'dust in my eyes, blink it away' or 'staring directly into the sun'?

[ Because look, she's not above fighting dirty, and sometimes distracting opponents with her biceps just isn't enough. ]