To be completely fair, Alphys doesn't have what could be considered a 'style' either, considering she's been known to wear the same lab coat every single day and have really only one decent dress, but she's always been a fan of those nice patterns and soft fabrics, even if she doesn't think they'll suit her. She's been looking around longingly at the new things the Gods have given, ducking between shops and touching everything before slipping out. Alphys is distracted as she walks towards the shop Rey is in, thinking about if she might actually try something this time, when she feels something wet on her feet, looks down at the puddle, and then up towards the store.

Oh. Oh, okay. Rey is inside. Dripping wet, even!

It's a god damned miracle she does not pass out on the floor, all things considered.

Alphys stands, staring Rey's direction for a few seconds before she finally decides to actually speak to the other woman as oppose to just running away to die somewhere. "Are you, uhm, l-looking for, uh, something dry? I mean, uhm, it looks like it'd look nice. Uh. On y-you. If you wanted to wear it? Or not, uh, it's u-up to you!"

She is incredibly smooth.