The door to the clothier swings open again, probably to the dismay of the princess. There's a redhead shuffling in with her shoulders up to deflect the weather as best she can.

"--going to cut out. Weather's giving me trouble." Natasha stops talking to herself, but pulls a small device off of her ear and deposits it into her jacket pocket. She actually has to give effort to get the door shut again in the gusting wind, and when it does finally close Natasha looks miserable and nearly frozen.

"I thought this place didn't get weather." Someone is not happy.