Yes, follow Hiro.

“Whatever, Shrimproll.” Selina mutters and follows behind Hiro as he leads her through the convention hall. As they pass by the vendor booths and head for a service hallway Selina becomes more concerned that the annoying geek's playing with her is far more systematic than she thought.

“Hey, Chibi.” She stops and calls out to the nerdy eighteen year old. “What kind of booth is this?”

Hiro stops, but doesn't look or turn back. “Oh, it's not really a booth, but some costumes I brought myself, just in case they might be necessary.” And with that the geek walks down a hall, takes out a key, and enters a small utility room.

“Fu . . .” Selina catches herself almost mumbling out a curse and follows after her fellow supporter of Dos Vías Comics. Of course the buxom bandit doesn't trust this little twerp, but she is curiosity what he is up to.

Going into the utility room Hiro is waiting for her in front of a large storage bin. He looks at her without any fear. “From my scans of your body, your shoe size is eight, you weight is just under 129 lbs, you're 5'8” in height, and your measurements are an impressive 38-24-37. Your bra size is at least a double D. Am I correct?”

Crossing her arms over her chest Selina strikes a contemptuous pose while tilting her head in a bored fashion. She is a little concerned about his use of the word “scan” but there is no way in hell she is going to show any hint of intimidation in front of this creep.

“I brought three possible costumes for you to wear,” he lectures, “the famous scalemail bikini clad Red Sonja, the daring one-piece sling of Vampirella, and the classic sexy **** Leia of Star Wars. My apologizes that they're all very skimpy and quite revealing. It might be a bit humiliating for you, Mrs. Anderson, but I'm sure you will comply.”

Hiro slowly looks over Selina's body. “Pick one, Mrs. Anderson.” He commands.