Moenir glares at Javier for a good second before seeing Sarah walk out. His complexion changes to a surprised and holy trinity she's hot kind of look. He turns his head away, his cheeks seemingly painted by beets.
"I'll got dress into mine as well.... It'd be rude to only have you go through the trouble."
Moenir takes the clothes he gathered and head for a different dressing room, trying to keep his eyes off of Sarah as he walks into the dressing room. Try as he might, he failed a good number of times on the way there.
Lillan would see all sort of various clothes, some more unique than others and of varying formality.