Scene of the crime

She looks at you, slightly frightened. Then, you watch as the look changes to something else.

"What?" you ask her.

'I just realized I know why you didn't call the cops!" she tells you.

"I told you why!" you say. "I didn't put the tapes in yet!"

"Besides that," she adds, "you're not done investigating! For instance, you haven't checked if I'm carrying a concealed weapon!"

"Trust me!" you tell her. "In those clothes, if you were, I could tell."

"Then maybe you need to finish your investigation another way," she says, "like checking the scene of the crime!"

"I don't know what could be there that I didn't see before!" you shoot back confidently.

She nods. Then, she looks back at you.

"I have an idea!" she says. "Maybe, since you've done so much for me, I could do something for you."

"Like what?!" you ask skeptically.

"Maybe... A one-on-one fashion show?" she asks.

Thinking for a minute, you see nothing wrong with it, as long as she puts the clothes back when she's done with them. You nod.

She nods back, and starts to walk away.

"Excuse me," you add, and point at the pile of dresses she set on a nearby bench. "Didn't you forget these?"

"How long have you worked here," she asks, "and you haven't learned that not everything done in a changing room involves putting clothes on?!"

Do you follow her?