Well she'd either:
A. Say, "No this is a zombie fighting outfit." and walk out of the closet wearing her red leather boots, Victoria Secret side-lacing jeans (stragically torn), her black leather motorcycle racing jacket (with armor plates attached), my katana strung across her back, the sks with the 30-round magazine at her hip (bayonnet extended), wearing her mirrored, wrap-around shooting saftey glasses and her hair in a ponytail.

or

B. Hit me with a large book.

-Blast