While the Captain observed his own newly acquired body Sif did the same to his face, amused. It had to be a hard thing to stomach - Sif had only been able to because of copious amounts of drink and her new friend Ruby coming to the rescue when the diminutive bathrobe was about to fail her. Taking a step back after she tied that knot on his oversized shirt Sif bit her bottom lip as her eyes roamed the top half of the Captain's new body. "You need breast support." A bra, Ruby had called it. Sif called it breast harnesses or corsets, depending, but it was all a matter of jargon. "It will do you no good to walk around with things bouncing about the place. And believe you me, you shall have that problem such as I never have."

As it seemed Steve had found himself a tiny bit tongue-tied, which was only natural after all, Sif tilted her head while waiting for his sentence to make sense. And make sense it did. She raised an eyebrow at first, then chuckled, looking down at her feet. "I am, aren't I? You have the most impressive hip-to-waist ratio. As impressive as your shoulder-to-waist one, in fact." she mused trying not to leer again and focus on the task at hand. My, but her male sensibilities proved distracting more often than not. "But the training trousers Natasha let me borrow stretch, even if they might be a slight bit short on you as well. And you can use that shirt. We would only need to find you breast support. Though I saw something about yoga pants at the shop, would that work for you?" Sif had no clue what yoga pants were, but she knew Americans called trousers and breeches pants so those might be what Steve was looking for.