Thea wasn't usually an early riser. But she'd fallen asleep relatively early last night, figuring that she might as well try and end the day before Dan got in on the touchy action as well. Her early arising might've also had to do with the loud birds directly beside her room.<br/><br/>Thea sat up in bed, half-groaning and half-yawning, finding a reflection of herself in a broken mirror handing from the fabric ceiling. She had a brief moment of wondering what exactly these people did when it rained. Cover everything with tarps? Probably. Actually, the blankets were probably there to keep things warm at night. That thought seemed oddly childish, though. Oh, God, she was way to tired for this.<br/><br/>She stood up slowly, looking around the room to find a set of clothes that looked a bit like the ones she usually wore: A white shirt and thick, dark green pair of pants. Beside them, though, lay two leather things that seemed to have thick straps. She went ahead an got dressed, pulling on her usual brown jacket, before picking them up and inspecting them.<br/><br/>Holsters. And not only that, one hip holster and one leg holster.<br/><br/>As she looked at them with a bit of a sigh, a note fell out of one of the pockets.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Took these from storage. You'll need them more than we do. They work better when you strut.<br/><br/>I need them back when you're done with them, by the way.<br/><br/>Good luck, Mouse.<br/><br/>~Crayton</span><br/><br/>Of course. Crayton had given her obviously sexualized holsters, both for practicality and for laughs. Oh, she hated that bastard. Figuring that they could still be useful, she regrettably pulled them on and placed her three knives along the leather belt,  leaving two of them empty. Well, now she just had to walk out of the room in them.<br/><br/>This was<span style="font-style: italic">great</span>.<br/><br/>She ducked under the carpet door to her room, grabbing her backpack and pulling hair behind her in a tight ponytail. Thea was grateful for the lack of people, which meant she could just slip out of the hall and into the Cafeteria.<br/><br/>She saw Lucas and Gerhard almost immediately, as they were the only ones in the room, and smirked a bit at the sight of the bruise along his shoulder and face. She hurried over, almost completely forgetting her awkwardness, and took a seat next to the tattooed man.<br/><br/>"Mornin', boys." She greeted, placing her bag on the chair behind her. "How's that bruise, by the way? Might wanna put some ice on it."