Perhaps Angela should be a whole lot more fearful here but she actually looks intrigued, hands against the table and leaning forward, all that.

"Oh! No, no, that's really handy! I mean I'm an absolute dullard at clothes, you know?"

She gestures over her form with both hands. "I've just sort of always wore whatever got thrown at me!"

No seriously, her grandmother was the one who gave her clothing. Sure Angela could hem it up and all but she'd run around barefoot of in comfortable shoes that looks terrible with her outfit. She was a gremlin who happened to have a nice face.