[ Julie rises to her feet, still bare, and offers her hands to Ciri to pull her up too. There's still an element of uncertainty in her face, a wariness of sudden change even when it's just about something as small as a slutty Halloween costume.

Such swift mood swings herald calamity, she has learned. Or far, far worse.

Crossing the room to the door, she walks slow to let Ciri follow her, to not make it seem as though she's trying to rush her out. Julie's mother may have raised a manipulative brat, but she's a manipulative brat with decent manners to houseguests. ]

It's nothin', hon. I'm real glad you came, I had a great time. You can come back whenever you want. Even if I'm not here, you can always have a drink.