If yesterday’s look was in aid of a successful art heist, I’d love to know what these pants are working on. I feel like it somehow involves….fly fishing? Perhaps she and the rest of the gang are investigating a rich, handsome, and mysterious fly-fishing impresario who wants to break into the fashion business, but whom they suspect of FRAUD! and hope to blackmail into giving them his, um, fly-fishing ranch so they can use it as a headquarters. So Irina makes a meeting with him to show him how to take hip waders into the world of haute couture — as she has clearly just done — but of course actually to whack him over the head with an empty bottle of Kombucha and drag him back to the gang’s lair. Yes. Yes, that’s exactly it.