[ Accepting help from a stranger? Easier said than done for someone like Lightning, but what other choice does she have? It's cold out here, her friends are missing, and she definitely wants that gunblade back ASAP. She looks away but inclines her head slightly, thinking rapidly. And if he's not concerned about the dead animal any more, neither is she. ]
Fine... just give me a second.
[ Her uniform is already there, but instead of telling him she just starts picking it up and, after a moment, swings on the undershirt and sleeveless coat right over her sundress and wings with as little awkwardness as she can manage (removing any chance he might see the tattoo-like Brand on her chest). The boots are next, but her well-practiced deftness with strapping them on means that doesn't take her long, either.
Everything else is just hung over her arm, although she makes a point of separating out the journal as she finally steps a little closer. ]
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And if he's not concerned about the dead animal any more, neither is she.]Fine... just give me a second.
[ Her uniform is already there, but instead of telling him she just starts picking it up and, after a moment, swings on the undershirt and sleeveless coat right over her sundress and wings with as little awkwardness as she can manage (removing any chance he might see the tattoo-like Brand on her chest). The boots are next, but her well-practiced deftness with strapping them on means that doesn't take her long, either.
Everything else is just hung over her arm, although she makes a point of separating out the journal as she finally steps a little closer. ]
What's this?