Poor Inigo, he really didn't sign up for this, and yet, here he is, stuck with someone who is frustrated and very much looking for a single pair of scissors, although at this point? With her luck, if she finds any at all, it'll be a pair of child safety scissors that won't cut through any of this stupid fabric, and--

...Oh, someone's talking to her. She blinks and quickly looks over at the young man, and she flashes him a small smile. "Er, well, I was going to make some alterations, you know? Er, at least... try to. Actually, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm going to do it anyways!"