[as he wakes up, disoriented from the motion, he stands... grimaces at the small room that's packed with way too many people... scans to see just who ended up there as well...and immediately whirls to face the wall when what he's seeing begins to register]
Why do I get the feeling we aren't lucky enough for this to be a dream?
You...uh.... have any luggage or whatnot near you?
[he could see his small supply trunk under his cot, and he's assuming she's got something similar, but that might be a bit difficult for her to get to.
He'll just crouch to reach under his own to see if he's got anything that can work as a temporary cover, steadfastly NOT looking over his shoulder]
[Isabela also just tossed her a shirt, so she gets it on when he's not looking, throwing it on quick enough. It's thankfully big enough to cover her but yeah, she's gonna need real clothes.]
I'll check. Ugh, what a way to start my day. Any idea where we even are?
[Just give her a minute or two to get her clothes on, adjusting it, buckling her belt and throwing her hair back in a bandanna.]
You can look now. Don't worry; it would have only bruised my pride if anyone saw. It matters not, in the end. It's something I'm used to from home. More a nuisance than anything.
The queen's capital back home. I'm form the forests near there. A lot of people there have no issue dressing as they please, and things do get torn in combat an awful lot.
Why do I get the feeling we aren't lucky enough for this to be a dream?
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[Hi Booth, meet your friend's worst habit in the worst way! She's shutting her eyes, partially in embarrassment, but mostly in annoyance.]
Because this place never lets us have a moment of respite.
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You...uh.... have any luggage or whatnot near you?
[he could see his small supply trunk under his cot, and he's assuming she's got something similar, but that might be a bit difficult for her to get to.
He'll just crouch to reach under his own to see if he's got anything that can work as a temporary cover, steadfastly NOT looking over his shoulder]
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I'll check. Ugh, what a way to start my day. Any idea where we even are?
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[She pulls the trunk up and finds an outfit inside. In red and green.]
...This is mine, alright.
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[she found luggage?] Oh, good. [pure relief on his end, though he's still not turning around]
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You can look now. Don't worry; it would have only bruised my pride if anyone saw. It matters not, in the end. It's something I'm used to from home. More a nuisance than anything.
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[not under these circumstances anyway.]
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[This belt buckle is ridiculous.]
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[She says this like it's perfectly normal.]
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[torn clothing might be a fun distraction to watch, but it sounds like a disaster waiting to happen to the sniper]
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[You don't even know the half of it.]
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[She's now just scoping out how ridiculous she looks]
Not that here seems to be giving me a break, either.
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