She gave Claire a skeptical look, exhaling as she thought over those options. "Couldn'tve paid me to cheerlead back home, what I consider dressin' nice wasn't the general bees knees, and don't even get me started on fuckin' diets." She rolled her eyes, and made a vague gesture with her hand. "You shoulda seen Marty and Jan... scarfing down twinkies one minute and watchin' their figures like sharks the next."