Yes; Marigold tests the x-ray specs on herself.

Marigold breathed a single deep breath until her chest strained. She braced herself, looked into the fountain's mirror and turned her glasses on.

Marigold's breath flew out as her white armor faded away, leaving her in the chestnut-colored, futuristic-patterned tights and a black leotard she wore as the second layer of her Mercy cosplay. She looked just like she had earlier that morning when she was alone in her hotel room, where she'd spent too long in front the mirror wishing she looked more like Kiona and less like herself.

Marigold had always been a shy, uncertain girl. She never felt good enough for her family or her friends. She'd always been pushed to learn more, pray more, and sing more. Being smart or pious or pitch-perfect didn't matter when she didn't have the confidence to speak up in class or church. Even when she did, everyone around her had paid more attention to her chest than what she was saying. Sometimes it felt like like she only existed as a pair of breasts.

So Marigold took pride in the fact that the girl that staring back at her from the fountain mirror had a perfectly normal, perfectly average bosom. Nothing to make people stare: just a nice and proportionate bust, at least in her leotard. Her girls even looked perky with her excellent (if ****) posture.

Marigold looked herself up and down. She had okay legs and okay arms, with no flab. She was glad to see all the crunches she'd done had given her a bit of a smooth tummy, but was disappointed that no matter how hard she tried, she could never come close to Kiona's six-pack.

Marigold turned to the side. Her butt, highlighted by the slightly cheeky cut of her black leotard, could be firmer like Kiona's if she just ate healthier... or could tolerate eating protein powder, or could do carb-intervals and not feel like she was starving half the day. Until then, she would be stuck with her not-Kiona butt that jiggled every time she took the stairs too fast. She wasn't nearly as curvy as Joy (thank Goodness) but she knew she had work to do.

"O-okay..." Marigold breathed. She raised the glasses (so as not to catch any improper glimpses) and glanced behind herself to see if anyone was behind her. The coast was clear. Without her glasses, it was also nice to see that in the mirror she was still perfectly clothed.

"Here goes..."

Marigold lowered her glasses and twisted the dial further.