[ Kitty's voice is a touch hesitant as she puts out this request: ]

Hullo. I need some clothes. [ And then, a bit more fiercely: ] Clothes that aren't stupid. [ A huff, and then with the strength borne of anger over having to wear clothes made for an office professional: ] I haven't got money to pay now, but I will in the future. Or I've got a bunch of office supplies, and I guess they belong to me or whatever, so I've got the right to barter with 'em.

Anyway, so, I'm a bit tall, and sort of a bit thin, and I'm a girl, thanks, so I don't want anything frumpy or frilly or awful, and I don't want anything weird. Just normal clothes, clothes that'll make me look normal.

[ A beat. ] And a knife, too, I guess. For, erm, eating with. [ She will be using it for stabbing with. Finally: ] Eurgh. This is weird. [ ANYway. A sigh, and with that awkward sign-off, she stops the transmission. ]