[ Bree's eyes widen hugely and she brings her hands over her mouth before composing herself. ]

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't...if I offended you...

[ She should have trusted her gut, this is terrible. Why else would anyone dress like...goddammit. Her internal monologue ends with her wanting to go back out into the snowstorm and die in the blizzard but she manages to compose herself. ]

I'm still trying to get used to what can be real and what can't. I didn't mean to be rude, if I was.

[ What would her mother say? Ugh, please don't tell her mother. ]