Lillith watched as Karr did a show of wriggling around and probably connecting or messing with things of the electronic nature; something that was not her forte. She flashed him a small smile, not sure how they did things around here when someone accomplished something.<br/><br/>She stepped in hesitantly behind him once it was open, biting her lip as she stepped into the unsteady machine. She felt her stomach turn as it lurched, and she found herself latching onto his arm in a death grip when she felt it increase speed so rapidly. She stumbled as it stopped, apologetically unclasping her fingers. â€œSorry,â€ she mumbled, casting her eyes to the floor as she rubbed her arm, unsure what to say about it. â€˜Hope I didnâ€™t just cut off your circulationâ€™ didnâ€™t sound very sincere.<br/><br/>She scanned this floor as he spoke, looking at the cracks and dust that had managed to take itâ€™s toll since itâ€™s abandonment. She peered down the flights of stairs, feeling a bit of anxiety at the thought of landing below. She gulped, talking a step backward and shaking her head. She peered down out her outfit, holding her arms out as she took in her appearance. â€œAs you can see,â€ she said, adopting a heavy accent, â€œWe are the same.â€ She gave a laugh, then dropped her arms, deciding perhaps it wasnâ€™t the best time to joke. Her jeans were a lighter color, but still on the darker denim side, and her sweater was baggy and no particularly warm. She walked into the area directly behind her, scanning the moth eaten cloths that remained. Much searching produced a pair of pant sin her size made of a durable material she wasnâ€™t familiar with, as well as a thick sweater-like shirt and a flannel styled undershirt. After a harder search with Karr, theyâ€™d managed to find a jacket with a myriad of pockets and insulation that he deemed suitable enough for the travel. She held the finds in her arm, a flush creeping into her cheeks as she adverted her eyes. â€œI guess I change behind one of the racks, huh?â€ she said lightly, skirting her way to a rack near the back of the area and quickly exchanging the clothes she was wearing with the ones in her hands. The air that nipped at her exposed flesh was bitter, and she quickly got herself covered, shaking the dust from the material. Usually sheâ€™d never have worn them without washing them, but things as they were didnâ€™t allowed it. She adjusted the pants, making sure they were secure with a belt she had found. She put the flannel shirt on under the sweater, then donned her knew jacket, bundling the clothes in her hands.  She shuffled back through, arriving back near Karr, who was picking through clothes with a unreadable look on his face. â€œWhere should I put this?â€ she piped up, extending her clothes.