She laughs softly.

"Ruin? Sugar, if y'turn this world on its ear, it's nothin' less than it deserves. Let's see what I've got."

After a few minutes spent fishing through her saddle bags, she comes up with a Somerset blouse and a woman's twill vest. And, barring combustion from one of Rachel's withering looks, she'll hold out a matching skirt and petticoat, too.