She’s actually dressed up in her house, wearing headphones, gawping and eye bleeping herself in to oblivion rolling around on a suitcase.
NO ONE is looking at you Lorna. NO ONE. No one cares about you, your vanity, what you’re wearing, your silver suitcase or your Hermes bag. Really, no one gives even the tiniest of tiny shits.
If anyone looks at you it’s because your hair is horrific, and you’re with your grandad and wearing his jacket.
(And let’s not even mention that she’s probably already in NY)