Nodding her head, Joslyn went to the room he had mentioned to her and began to look around his clothing, attempting to find something she could wear that would not fall off her body. Moving to a chest off in a corner, she opened it up to see an array of what looked like string, some skirts, and odd shirts that reminded her of corsets. "I guess these would work? Or maybe..." she murmured to herself as she grabbed one of the skirts and went over to his personal dresser. Rummaging through that, she found a button up shirt that was folded relatively neatly and decided to wear that in place if the shirts in the chest.
Content with what she had chosen, she delt with her underthings still being a little damp and changed into the clothing she had chosen. The skirt itself was insanely short, but she was able to make do as she situated the shirt so it was more or less a dress like thing on her, only a little shorter than the skirt she was wearing. "This will have to do, I can't think of anything else," she grumbled as she left his room, still wearing her black sneakers, "Hey Adrian, is this ok?"
Adrian slowly nursed his way through his pint as he waited, expecting her to be upset with his lack of variety and overly-loose fit of his spare wardrobe. This expectation however was quickly shattered as he saw a girl in a miniskirt walk over to his booth and ask if she looked alright, a voice in the back of his head told him to just smile and nod while another figured-out the person was Joslyn just as she slid into the booth. It was then he noticed just how oversize the shirt was for her, and made a mental note to help shop for her new clothes.
"You've cleaned-up nicely." He stated, raising his pint in start of a toast; "To new oprotunities."
Their fried eggs and cheese-curds, almost on cue of the lovely lady's entrance, arrived to their table not long afterwards. The waiter pausing to enjoy some of the local scenery before departing to take the orders of another conveniently nearby table.
Joslyn had simply opted to stare at the Waiter for a few moments before she turned her attention back to Adrian,"There wasn't really much for me to choose from so I went into the dresser," she said with a shrug, "What was with all the string in that chest? Are you planning on making something with it?" As she asked, she took to starting to eat her food, a happy look on her face after her first bite as it was the first time she had anything of decent substance in a long time.
"So, what was with the waiter, do they always stare?" she asked him and she glanced up from her plate, then proceeded to down at least half of what was in her pint. She knew she should slow down, but she really couldn't bring herself to do so with how hungry and thirst she always seemed to be.
Adrian shrugged at the mention of strings in a box, hoping he could figure that puzzle out later as he saw Joslyn and the waiter just stare at each other for a moment before she asked a slightly easier to answer question.
"Oh, Jimmy? No... He just hasn't seem a woman his entire life." He answered, just as he figured out what 'all that string' was for. "Clothes." He cleared his throat, "We should probably find you some clothes that fit you better after dinner. Perhaps you can show me those strings you found so I can answer your question better." Adrian offered, to Joslyn's assistance.
"Yeah," she said with a shrug, "And why hasn't he seen a woman? I mean, I've noticed there are not many of us, actually... the only females I have seen are the ones I was in the facility with." Frowning, Joslyn looked around the bar and realized that Jimmy wasn't the only one who was staring, which started to put her on edge far more than she was willing to admit. "So where do I start working?" Distraction, that's what she needed, something to distract her from all the prying eyes that followed her every move.
"Nearly all of them died ten years ago, during the plague. Very few even remember the last time they've seen a woman even if they had." Adrian answered, as he leaned into his arms towards Joslyn, "This place used to be constantly full, especially during the die-off. But after stage-performers became hard to come-by, the population started to drop and business went down to the few you see now. That's where you come-in."
He paused, considering what sort of position gave her the most visibility with the least scrutiny. "As soon as I can acquire the right credentials, I was planning on having you mixing drinks from behind the bar. Until then do you think you could handle orders at the tables?" He asked, trying to gauge how comfortable she'd be working around strangers.
"I can serve people," she said, "Do you think it would pull in more customers? To have me serving food and drink with the waiters? Is there anything I should wear? Well, I mean, I need new clothing anyway so I guess what I wear is going to be dependant on what can be bought?" She tilted her head to the side as she watched him, then turned her attention to what was going on on the floor. She was excited about getting the chance to work, though she had no idea how her sporadic twitching was going to effect her abilities to do what he needed of her.
Nodding, Adrian answered, "I'm sure of it."
He then considered the issue of buying clothes for her, not many places actually sold women's fashion anymore, as the market had dried up more than five years ago. He had clothes stored-away, which some of it would do alright for serving at the bar, provided she could remain confident while wearing those outfits.
"Not many places sell women's clothing anymore, but coats, jackets, and boots can still be bought. The rest will have to be scavenged from old theater-supplies usually stored upstairs." He answered, while he finished eating as he tried not to look a bit shamefully crazy-overprepared for the return of showgirls to the marketplace. Despite his stash had obviously overflowed to one of the downstairs changing-rooms.
"Since most of the clothes is just upstairs, I could help you sort through it if you'd like." He offered.
"Yeah... sure we can do that," she replied, "Would be nice to have different clothes to wear. The only question I have now is, what are we going to do about my eyes? I don't know of anyone else who has HeteroChromia... let alone boobs." By this point, Joslyn had finished her beer and was done eating, pleased that she wasn't hungry anymore, though now she was starting to feel rather restless. She wanted to start working if she could, and she wanted to try to do the best she could so he would have a reason to keep her around.