"Saber and I have a plan to defeat Rider," Shirou said proudly.
"Oh?" Rin said skeptically.
"To find Rider," Shirou said, "Saber simply has to follow her example. OI, SABER!"
An embarrassed Saber walked up— wearing a copy of Rider's visor, tight and skimpy black dress, and tall boots. Saber's body-type was utterly different from Rider's, and the hapless girl looked completely ridiculous.
And then, Saber walked into the door-jamb, whacking her head against it with a dull thud.
"Shirou?" said Rin. "If you're going to make your poor little Servant cosplay? At least poke some pinholes in her visor."