"Not exactly like that, but I was so drunk from the night before I don't think I slept it all off. I think I was like. Fifty percent wasted. Maybe more like sixty. And I still showed up and nailed it, somehow. Then I came home and threw up." She smiles dreamily as she walks herself down memory lane, then realises she probably shouldn't have told him as much so she clears her throat.

"Usually if you land an interview they know they like you anyway. It's practically a formality at that point, they'll have seen your portfolio and shit." She twirls her hand through the air, even if he's getting changed and can't see it. "People who can't sew like they're breathing don't make it long around here, let me tell you. I know people who tried to get by relying on assistants, it doesn't last."