Madoka is still in the middle of trying to pick some clothes for herself. It's taking her a long while - not because she's picky, but just since there's so much choice! And honestly, the longer she keeps her mind on this, the longer she doesn't have to think about how nervous she feels about the whole mission thing.

So hearing Feanor speak up is a welcome distraction, even if it's kind of surprising to suddenly hear that while being so focused on the clothes themselves. She turns to look at the other with wide eyes.

"Um.. Are these kinds of clothes normal for you..?"