Lexi left the shower and went rummaging in Yukima’s closet. She had nothing to wear since the baddies had trashed her clothes. Well, she admitted with a smile, Neo had done his own number on them too. She stared at the beautiful silk kimonos in pastel colors and decorated with silver or gold birds. These would not do at all.<br/><br/>“Neo, what do you suggest I wear? I didn’t exactly bring an overnight bag.” She called to him. Maybe he had some old sweats and a tee shirt she could make work.<br/><br/>She was more than happy to sit around in the buff.  Lexi laughed out loud at that thought. Somehow she didn’t think the people in the lobby would be amused. They had already seen enough odd couture from her to last for a week. If she tried to exit the lobby ala Lady Godiva, they would call the cops. The last thing they needed as to involve a government agency. She stopped in her tracks.<br/><br/>“Neo, do you think we are in over our heads?” she called, joining him back in the living room. Lexi rubbed the fluffy towel over her now dark brown hair. “ Maybe it is time to call out the Coast Guard or the FBI or something. What do we hope to accomplish here?”<br/><br/>She went to stand in front of the window. They were so high up that she didn’t worry about anyone seeing her svelte pale figure. The Sound glistened in the late afternoon sunshine and Lexi wondered what lay under the surface.