"I doubt it would even get you that much!" She calls from behind her before finally disappearing into the bathroom for the moment. Mostly to change like she actually said. It doesn't take her long before she's wandering back out, hair still down and wearing what really is just a yukata but seemingly some kind of silk. It's more her style and she seems far more comfortable in it than the ten million layers or the train uniform.

At the comment about Madara, she pauses for a moment, letting out a soft huff of breath. "Despite being an attractive man, which is the one and only thing I will ever concede about him, his personality and actions made him disgusting." Which probably says more about the man than anything else. Luckily that bottle is, very much, some kind of sake.

"I would have been his wife, inevitably, if he had been the hokage." Thankfully he hadn't. Either way, she's perching back on the edge of the bed, somehow managing to not sit on her cascade of hair. "But after what he did to Hashirama, what he did to the village, and by extension to me? There's nothing but ill-words for him."