Rebeca swallowed hard as she followed the others into the restaurant. The surroundings were far more elaborate than anything she was used to. Normally she found herself camped out in the open air, here everything was dolled up, dressed up and neatly put into place. Even amongst the other people she felt out of place. Where they were dressed to the nines in fancy looking suits and dresses (though Kaze did look rather funny in a suit that was clearly too small for him), all she had on was an old grey t-shirt, pair of shorts and hiking boots that were practically falling apart. 

Out of everyone there, the pink girl stood out and apart from them. Seras, she said her name was. It was obvious that she had put a great deal of time into her appearance for the night, which might have explained her short patience with the Wells guy. The elaborate braid hanging down her back probably would have taken hours to make, given its length. 

Awkwardly tucking her own hair behind her ears, Rebeca tried to remember the last time she had actually washed it, not just dunked in a river or stepped under a waterfall. [i][color=red]Probably too long ago,[/color][/i] she decided as she sat down across from Seras. 

Mihkail hunkered down behind her chair, closing his eyes again. [i][color=e25822]If it’s any consolation, you don’t smell too bad.[/color][/i]

[i][color=red]Thank you, I feel so much more comfortable now,[/color][/i] was the dry response. She just hoped they didn’t mind her looking like she had just crawled out of a dumpster.