Terri is amazed... among other things.

The spunky faux-British cosplayer stood almost perfectly still in the bathroom stall before Marigold. "Oh," she said again, more quietly this time. "This is quite the swanky piece of tech!" she laughed, half-heartedly. Marigold could almost see all the different trains of thought running through the train station of Terri's mind. The most prominent were, of course:

Did Marigold know about this?

Is this why she's locked herself in the bathroom?

Was she using these specs on the rest of us?

How much exactly did she... see?

Mari noticed Terri looking over her shoulder a little, probably at her Union Jack-style undies, and watched her fellow cosplayer go bright red with embarrassment. When she saw that, something twitched deep in Marigold's heart. She had spent so much time 'indulging' herself with the glasses and she had never even considered that one of her friends might have actually found out... or how they would feel. Terri clearly hadn't intended for anyone to see her in-character panties, and it didn't look like she was feeling great about them.

"I-" Marigold stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Terri. You must think the worst of me."

What Marigold didn't know is that there was another idea running through Terri's head, one that had popped up the second that the Tracer cosplayer had actually activated the X-ray goggles. It went:

Wow. Has Marigold always looked that great in her knickers?

Terri looked up at her friend and smiled weakly. "Nothin' to be ashamed about, love," she said, clearly trying to hide her embarrassment over the Union Jack plastered across her rear end. "This is quite the find, I gotta say." She removed the goggles from her face and looked them up and down. "I bet you got them from that tech booth, didn't you? Yeah, cor, there was some real impressive stuff back there. Pop these on, flip a switch, and..." She flipped the switch again, trying not to look at Mari too much. "And Bob's yer uncle," she muttered, looking herself up and down.