Her smile broadens, though she manages not to laugh at Nova's insistence. It's getting to be about time for Doc to have another haircut...

"Of course," she nods, working the buttons of her long coat open and hanging it on a coat hook, along with her (his) scarf. The gloves stay on.

She's wearing her usual long-sleeved button-down blouse, but instead of a traditional long skirt, she's outfitted in a pair of dark blue Turkish trousers. They fit somewhat like overalls, with a high, flattering waist, and loose legs that gather at the ankles.

She remembers where the stock room is, and, without prompting, heads in that direction to get things prepared.