"Not that I suggested it, in the first place. But it’s your loss anyway," Claire answered when Rose made her disinterest of uniforms known. She followed through, bringing a hand to her chest and voicing her opinions in a larger than life manner. "The school is a maiden’s battlefield, and a uniform is her shining armor! If you can’t understand even something this basic how are you going to have any romance in your life?"
"But, if it’s thievery you want, I’m your girl! If we want to get our hands on a ship maybe we should try the docks first. We might as well work our way from the bottom up after all." Claire was just as emphatic as before as she pulled a city map and pointed at what looked like a cargo terminal.
"And here I thought we were in this to get in a situation. You’re welcome anyway," she said once Akiko joined them.
"No. But I may be calling you thicc, who knows?" she followed through after Itsuko’s answer. "Just be sure to not get yourself burned, hotshot!"
"Anyway, I guess it’s about time we hit the road, right girls?"
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"The time has come, girls. I suppose we hit the jackpot already," Claire said as they—assuming the others were ok with her recommendation—arrived at the roof of an unsuspecting building at the docks’ vicinity. Luckily for them they were in fact air docks, with many different types of airships ripe for the picking, each and everyone of them seemingly powered by the same magitech that run through the veins of this eternally dark city.
All they—again, assuming she wasn’t alone—had to do was pick a target and get going with it.