Lenore had never traveled so far, and had never encountered a culture so different to her own. She'd met Cho, of course, but one person--and perhaps a handful of her attendants or slaves--could be an outlier, and provided little context to the civilization as a whole. This is all wondrously new from the moment they step from the mirror. As they emerge into the market, Lenore looks around with awe and delight, practically bouncing.

She smiles up at Dracula at the question, immensely grateful to him for this excursion and having opened up her life in this way. "Fashion? We're going to look out of place no matter what, I'm sure." Lenore's mass of red curls is a beacon even in the regions where that specific genetic mutation is more common, and in the Japanese market, even she is taller than the average person, while Dracula is a giant. "Though I'm not sure they'll have anything in your size. It probably wouldn't be especially dignified if you were wearing local fashion that only fell to mid-thigh on you."

She's teasing, eyes sparkling with playfulness, though she does still enjoy the mental image.