Rika paused in her retreated after the realization hit her that she was still in her street clothes, having forgotten to change after all that commotion. Luckily she caught her mistake in time not to get reprimanded, but now she had to come back to face Himawari again so soon. She spun around on one heel, her head down as she began to make the walk of shame back through the doorway past Himawari's short, grumpy form and her cute little crossed arms. Could there be any way to salvage the situation? Maybe make a joke about her forgetting her clothes? That could deflect some of the negative attention away from the previous fiasco and make her only remember about how funny and clever she was. She saw the uniform hanging up in the closet. Hmm...nothing funny or ironic she could think of about that. It was the standard looking uniform that could be seen in almost any anime. Maybe something about her own clothes? It was a plain white top, lots of gel bracelets, a blue skirt, and brown boots. Nothing too out of the ordinary there either. Hmm....

"So...normally I charge money for people to watch me get dressed," she blurted out, immediatly regretting this and her face turned even brighter red. "WHAT THE %@*#%!" She thought to herself. "That's not even true!!!" She slumped her face against the wall besides the closet, all but expecting the heat from her face to melt all the way through the plaster. 

After a few seconds she slammed herself into the closet, struggling with the uniform and her clothes to try to get dressed so she could get ready for class.