Masako would wait for a few moments, sighing and pacing around for a few minutes; in the end she'd throw on a short sleeved shirt with a long vest over it and flexed her legs, clothed in leather pants to work the kinks out. Having shifted footwear to low-heeled boots that she was comfortable wearing.  She was back to her favorite look: black and blue before she exited her room again. She was thinking that perhaps she shouldn't acquiese to what they wanted she was comfy like that.  But in the end and twenty minutes of meandering around the women's quarters, she would find Diane's private room and knocked on the door politely. Why not make a friend.