[ Oh, what's this? a fellow woman of Taste?? Misa doesn't mind a bit of Jinx's prodding at her clothes once she says all that, taking it as an affectionate, genuinely friendly compliment. She even moves her other arm over to show Jinx a similarly gothic accessory on her other wrist, positively beaming. ]

Actually, you're totally right! Most of the clothes here really aren't my style.

[ It's all a little too bright... Which she can only assume this woman understands. The radical, vibrantly colored hair? The punky, but openly forward attitude? Well, she feels just like any of Misa's other friends that she used to have on Earth. It's even a little nostalgic, and already encourages her to try to warm up to this person, a natural, breezy friendliness emitting from her. Misa eyes drift to Jinx's own attire, pointing out whatever catches her eye first: maybe it's a fingerless glove, a cool belt, or even just a cool piece of scrap metal that Jinx seems to have on her. ]

I mean, did you get this around here? I've been looking for accessories in this place, but I can't find anything cool like this. It's so lame...