Viktoria
As Jason disappeared and reappeared with a pile of clothes, in virtually the blink of an eye, Viktoria couldn't help but crack a smile. "Ah, so I see!" She laughed. "Well, thank you. I suppose I may as well hurry and get myself changed." Reaching over to grab a stack of clothes from him, she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and turned towards a public restroom. "Would you like to come along, Bahiti?" She asked over her shoulder.
Once she entered the bathroom, she tried to find a stall for herself as discreetly as she could, although her outfit at the moment was anything but discreet. Effectively hidden from sight, she locked the door, and set about changing her clothes. Taking off the hideous uniform, she folded it neatly, and laid it atop the tank of the toilet. Pulling on a pair of black tights under a pair of dark denim shorts, she shoved her feet back into the boots of her uniform, and awkwardly strapped her gun to her side. She certainly didn't want some civilian getting their hands on a weapon like that. Quickly, she pulled a red tank top over her head, and topped it off with a lightweight black coat and a sleeveless denim jacket. The more layers she wore, the less she would have to carry. Sighing, she pushed the door open, and left, throwing away her uniform on the way out.
"So, what should we do about this weaponry? Also, it may be in our best interest to get some backpacks, as I assume we'll be carrying at least some supplies?"


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