Tiffeny... was rather pretty. Hala could not deny that. Some part of it was the outfit, but she supposed the other woman was just naturally pretty. Was pretty the right word, actually? Stylish, maybe. Cool, definitely. Part of the Hirvedan woman was timid to mention it, in all honesty, but her staring was certainly made known, eyeing Tiffeny's jacket, her cropped shirt, even the way her hair was done into a messy bob. It was all evident enough of someone with no filter, someone rebellious but sly.
"..Hah..." Fidgeting, trailing off, Hala looked more at Tiffeny's shoes than the woman herself, still rather shy in the situation. She picked at her bottom lip with her fingernails, thinking hard, until--
"You're... really daring with that..." Which could be taken as an insult, but Hala hadn't thought that far ahead. "In... a good way! Obviously. You are-- your-- oh, Gods, how do I--" Her face was hot as she stumbled over her words. "It's just that back home, I feel like... I would be looked at strangely for wearing what you do. Not that it would, ah, really fit me as well as it does on you!
"But... doesn't it get cold? I know you have your jacket, but..." She then gestured across her own body. "Otherwise, lots of skin is showing."