Hmm, one of those, huh? [she says, raising an eyebrow as she looks Tex up and down appraisingly. It's the sort of practiced move that belongs more on the queen bee in a high school cafeteria than anywhere else; Mona does it on autopilot, when what she's really thinking about is if she can get away with opting for something more practical.] Just prefer to be able to run around easily, or are you more of a knight looking for your fair maiden?