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The first thing she noticed upon stepping through the door: the pile of hair in her arms was suddenly a lot heavier. "Whoa! Ee!" Rapunzel nearly fell over forward, dropping several lengths of hair before she regained her footing. Her eyes widened once she had it. It was all back - every single ounce of hair she had lost since coming to the Institute was back now. So this was what they meant about giving her a weapon she knew how to use...
Following that bit of shock, the second thing she noticed was that it was cold. Like, really cold. Not as cold as it had been tromping through snow the previous few nights, but still, almost freezing. Definitely not something Rapunzel had been expecting. She supposed she ought not to have been surprised, though. When she had read the word "desert" in the mission file, she had been expecting someplace hot; but from what she had read about deserts in books, she remembered that they did sometimes get very cold at night. And in any case, other than the temperature, the place looked like the deserts she had read about: dry, mostly flat, but peppered with weird rock formations, a few hilly areas, shrubs, and cracks in the earth. Behind them and a long way off in the distance lay small, dark mountain peaks, marking the borders of the desert.
Upon looking down, she found herself clad in the military's distinctive uniform (ugh, whoever had just zapped these clothes onto her had better not have taken a peek underneath while they were doing it, she thought with a shudder). There was one new addition to the getup that stuck out the longer she stood there in the cold, too, and that was a seamless band of metal around her neck. It was loose enough to breathe easily under, but tight enough that a nervous lump pressed lightly against its chilled inside as she swallowed.
And she stood next to a... Okay, she honestly had very little idea what she was standing next to. It was large, square-ish, dark-coloured, and it had four big wheels, but no place to put reins for horses. Was it like the bus they had ridden to Doyleton, then? And was this the "hummer" or the "GPS"? What did "GPS" even stand for? Oh god, here was hoping that Tsubaki would be able to make more sense of things than her, she thought as she hugged her hair closer to her chest for warmth.