In her usual coy decorum, Rochester was quick to remark to the musician with an amused snort, "You know, I hate to be rude, but... Those sunglasses would probably make you as blind as a mole in this sort of bright environment. It is one thing to be protecting your eyes from the harsh sun, which is fair, but..." She facetiously reached an arm out to their sunglasses, as if to pretend to take them down- Emphasis on "pretend." A thin smile laced onto her face could be seen while she hummed, "... Wearing such conspicuous lenses is a bit counterproductive for you now, wouldn't it?"
To be fair, though, Rochester probably wasn't making the situation any better. Anyone associated with a grandma - let alone one in a somewhat stuffy-looking outfit - was sure to draw attention to themselves, and the fussing from the older woman's part wasn't particularly helpful either. Alas...
"Whatever," she hummed with a nonchalant shrug, "It is not my responsibility to be dictating what you wear in a given day or moment now, mm? Honestly, I do think that they would look decent if it weren't so bright and fucking balmy outside." Start counting the f-words, kids. "Honestly!" Rochester insisted as a grin started to appear on her face, "I do mean it! If the fucking sky was overcast, and there was so much less glare, maybe there would not be so much fucking need to, well, combine restraint with effectiveness, yes?" She sniffed under her breath before running her fingers through her hair.
In the background, the elder could hear the faint hum of music in the background, perhaps as performers attempted to engage in some last-minute practice before the festival itself unfolded- Wait. "The festival?" Rochester bit down a chuckle. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't just any festival.
It was a music festival, to be precise! How could she forget that...
... And the other party's name, which Rochester left unknown as she remarked further, "But before you fucking call me out, I do have to profess that my clothes are actually less stuffy than they seem. I live in the south, though..." She paused, then started to laugh. "Shit..." she muttered under her breath while pulling at the fabric of her skirt, just ever so slightly. Obviously, it wasn't enough to damage it, but it was enoughto make her reflexively jump back a bit as she adjusted the position of her prosthetic foot. "... This does look a bit stuffy in hindsight, huh..." It's a bit late for that, but she's trying her best?
Still chuffing to herself under her breath, she turned to the purported musician and suggested, "That asides! How about we go to a nearby clothes shop and buy something that fits this beach weather? Besides..." With the same grin from before, she gestured in the direction of the music with her shoulder. "I heard that the music festival is coming up soon," Rochester sniffed, "and I'm sure that both of us would hate to look like utter fucking fools when that shit rolls around, huh!"
I'll try my best to do a follow-up for NP!!