For a long moment, Chris is stood there looking at Cissie, not sure what to say. It's alright if she dresses up when she's on her own-- he's got his own stuff that he does in his flat, like talk to his frog some days-- but he wasn't expecting to turn up and find her in a costume with a bow and arrow. And maybe he should have knocked louder instead of just walking in.

"The uh... the door was unlocked," he says.