“You look good, Rox.”
Eggsy’s voice is genuine, though she’s not convinced.
“Really works. You’re a bowtie kind o’ gal.”
“I dunno what kind o’ gal I am, ya sentimental wanker,” she groans, and the door swings open. She’s not sure why they bothered closing any doors around here.
Well, she knew why Michelle did.
Daisy rushes in and yanks herself up onto Roxy’s bed. J.B. tries unsuccessfully to jump up, then decides to pad over to Eggsy’s feet and sit down on top of them.
"Pretty," Daisy declares, pointing at Roxy in the mirror.
"Toldja," mouths Eggsy smugly.