Willhelmina was certainly concious of herself standing in line with several dozen other naked people.  She'd never been conservative, but wasn't voyeuristic either.  She'd selected other, as she wasn't really equipped for any of the choices posted; she wasn't physically suited for manual labor or combat, she didn't know anything about this planets inhabitants, so being a servant was also out.   The only other choice was repetitive assembly and that sounded worse than death.  So, choices left included other or immediate death.<br/><br/>She figured there was no where to run and no where to hide at this point and she needed to face her fate with open (though teary) eyes.  Whatever would come next was probably going to be better than combat at least.  Thinking positively was never her strongest trait, but her thoughts were strangely optimistic in this case.  There was no explanation other than, "the time called for it."<br/><br/>When she finally went into the little mechanical room, she was sprayed with a light, airy substance that seemed to solidify into a latex-like fabric that really didn't leave much to the imagination.  She stepped off to the side with the others and waited for further instruction.  Looking around, she saw a hand-full of black uniforms, lots of white and quite a few oranges as well.  From what she could tell, she was one of maybe three greys.  This worried her a little considering she'd be sure to be first for whatever it was that they had in store.