Vic muttered something, and stepped through the doorway. "At least I don't look like shit anymore."
Her eyes were at the normal size, the red lines were gone, and she felt a bit... Happy. That's to saying as happy you can feel about going on a quest, with all the bad outcomes. Death. Defeat. Death. Death. Okay, maybe becoming a disgrace... But mostly death. She pushed the thoughts calmly out of her head, put on a smile that looked so painfully obvious, and walked inside.
The only things she had to defend herself happened to be her knife, which she held, and her slingshot. Of course, her slingshot was tucked into one of her pockets, which made her move a bit stiffly. The bronze ammo didn't seem to help either. Some clothes were tucked into a Digital ACU backpack, because her siblings just started a craze over it, and toiletries. Small pocket change was put at the bottom, with a drachma or two. So, the Meyrick had absolutely no armor. Tough.
"Hey guys." She kept the smile on her face, which now looked like she just got back from the dentist, and was under laughing gas. "Wats up, Mr. Dinnnnnno?"