[She blinks, surprised by the other. It's a nice jacket — reminds her of something maybe her father would have liked. You know, typical Wolverine, needing those leather jackets. After a moment she carefully reaches out with her hands to retrieve it (the only part of her that's sort of clean at this point, good on her for hygiene).]
... Gracias.
[She starts pulling off her jacket and shirt, hope you're good at turning your head 180 degrees in an instant. She doesn't particularly know much in the way of social formalities. Like not stripping bloody clothes in public. But she gets it on and zips it up, thin arms drowning in it.
... Huh, it is pretty cool.
So. Bloody jeans still, but now she looks a little less terrifying.
Her hair is a little... ehh... uh... but. Better.]
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... Gracias.
[She starts pulling off her jacket and shirt, hope you're good at turning your head 180 degrees in an instant. She doesn't particularly know much in the way of social formalities. Like not stripping bloody clothes in public. But she gets it on and zips it up, thin arms drowning in it.
... Huh, it is pretty cool.
So. Bloody jeans still, but now she looks a little less terrifying.
Her hair is a little... ehh... uh... but. Better.]