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Not to interrupt any serious conversations anyone is having about dim hallways and new captains and stumbling into another dimension but-

Does anyone have an extra set of clothes for sale for a tall.... tall-ish person? My only pair were taken by slavers and I don't have enough sense of duty and authority to wear the uniform they gave to me. [Read: SHE THINKS IT LOOKS AWFUL.] And I have been told in the past by certain people that it's not "appropriate for the city's champion" to refuse to wear proper clothes. So basically, looking for something non pretentious and and that properly marks me as the dashing rogue that I am.

In exchange, I can give you 5 gold coins, a deck of glass playing cards, 2 magic tricks, and a beautiful piece of artwork to hang in your room by our favorite local artist Nathan Drake.

Please send all inquiries to Hawke at the talkie thing on your wrist.

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Oooh. Yes. Let's badger him. Badgering people is hilarious.

And I will take any or all of the above.

Where are you so I can find you or we can meet midway.

And badgering people is one of my favorite past times.

[Did they just become best friends?]

Is there any better past time? You get to spend a nice afternoon with a friend watching them get flustered and bothered and maybe spill a few personal secrets. Real bonding.

And I'm hanging out in my room on Noro because once again, evidently lacking pants is not appropriate even in low lighting but I think it makes my thighs look fantastic.

Right on both accounts, what number? I'm the only person with a robotic dog so you'll know immediately who I am

Eleven.

And I'm the only person with a massive war hound so I think we'll easily be able to connect with each other thanks to our strange but fantastic taste in dogs.

A war hound? I'll see it for myself I suppose.

[And off she goes, with a fairly full bag of clothing of shirts, hoodies, leggings, skinny jeans, and tank tops towards Nomo Eleven.

Excessive, her arse.

It takes her a little while to arrive, but when she does, she knocks a few times, and Q barks once.]

[A bark inside the room responds and the door opens to reveal a massive dog with pointed ears and a nub tail. He stands at almost four feet high and must weigh over 150 pounds. However, despite how intimidating he looks, the dog drops to his stomach and wags his tail happily at the sight of this woman and her robo-dog. New friends, clearly.

Hawke appears in the doorway, looking ridiculously tall (or tallish as she'd call herself) and skinny in nothing but a hospital gown and men's jacket.]

Good dog, Kitty. And there she is. My hero with "leggings" and all sorts of goodies clearly.

[That is a massive bag you've got there, girl.]

[Q himself stands at about three feet tall, though not quite as heavy as his new friend. He, too, drops down onto his stomach and returns a bark.]

Kitty? Mine's Q-11, Q for short. And yes.

[She pulls out a black hoodie with leather detailing.]

Plenty of goodies. I'd rather all of this go to good use than have it thrown out into the great abyss of space. Isha Devan, at your service.

[She offers a hand now, even if the 'at your service' bit is a complete courtesy.]

I had the same snappy sense of humor when a child. Hence "Kitty".

[She reaches out to inspect the hoodie curiously. It's definitely her aesthetic but she's never seen a garment quite like that. Being mixed up in this place with "alternate dimensions" did sometimes have it's benefits. Like hoodies, apparently.

She reaches out her own hand to shake. The one that's not in a sling.]

Marian Hawke. At your courtesy.

[She didn't usually give people her first name but she can make an exception for pretty ladies offering her clothes.]

Hello, Kitty.

[She thinks she's so clever.

Isha shakes once, professional as it is, and lets go.

She pauses briefly to check the MID, and scoffs lightly.]

Our mutual friend doesn't seem to think I did actually deliver the clothes. [That's absolutely not the case, she just wants to prove a point.] Put on some proper clothes, I plan on delivering a bit of evidence to him via the MID.

[Q reaches out and gently paws at Kitty's head.]

Play nice, Q.

[Kitty blinks at being pawed at then returns the pawing, his tail wagging cheerfully. Clearly, he thinks he's found a friend. Or at least something on four legs that might be willing to play chase.

Hawke on the other hand is picking through the rest of the clothes, grabbing a simple t-shirt, and some leggings and skinny jeans. All black which she appreciates.

Then she slides her jacket off of her shoulders and turns around as she pulls the hospital gown over her head, glancing back at the other woman as she does.]

You mean Nathan? Well, we can't have that. Pictures were promised and pictures will had. So just tell me what to do.

Finish getting dressed first, then we're going to take a selfie.

[Hundreds of years into the future compared to most Earth natives and selfies are still alive and well. What a thing, humanity.]

Q, make sure you look nice and spotless. Shine that black to sparkling black.

[He barks twice in response.]

Oh, I'm glad you think you already look fantastic, love. We're all very prepared now.

[Kitty cocks his head and looks at the other "dog" when Q responds to being shined. Who shines a dog? This is very confusing.

Hawke manages to get the hoodie over her head and on properly. It's harder to do when you're recovering from being shot in the arm. She always forgets that part. Thankfully it fits well. The skinny jeans are a bit of a struggle because at first Hawke thinks there's no way she'll fit into such tiny pants only to be completely surprised when they stretch. Modern technology is incredible. She'd take stretchy pants over the MID any day.

Finally she straightens, pulling the hem of the hoodie down, and turns back to Isha.]

Alright. Time to get you some drawings. We'll need to make sure they're good.

Alright, come in close, Q and Kitty and come in the front.

[She brings up the MID, which is incredibly awkward considering it's attached onto her entire hand.]

Just smile at the camera, we're going to send Nate a selfie so full of evidence he can't deny it. When you're ready, press the button to snap the picture. I can't exactly do it myself.

[Kitty wags his tail and does as he is told because he is A GOOD DOG. Hawke looks mildly amused and moves closer to to Isha, scrunching down a little so it's possible to get both of them and the two dogs in the frame.

Then she reaches out and taps the screen to take the picture.]

There. If he tries to stiff you out of a drawing let me know. I'll kick him around a bit.

I can kick him around a bit as well. It looks like we'd make a decent girl gang of a sorts.

[And so the picture is sent off to one Nathan Drake.]

Hopefully the rest of these clothes work in your favor. I'm not usually the sharing type, but between this going nowhere and this going somewhere to someone who desperately needs this... you got the better deal here.

Ooooh. A girl gang. Sounds like a thing to be part of. We have girls in our gang back home but we're not a girl gang.

[You better deliver, Drake! Hawke pulls back putting her hands on her hips and experimenting slightly with how easy it is to move in jeggings.]

Well. If I get a second clothes windfall, I'll return whatever I can. I will do my best not to bleed on any of them.

I have so much more where that came from. The moment I arrived was the moment I was given an unlimited credit line.

[And somewhere in the mess, the stolen and the purchased got intermingled. Not that anyone cares anymore.]

And a girl gang is much better than an ordinary gang. I mean, I have a team myself, but it's not the same.

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