Sam crossed her arms in mock anger, then laughed. "Yeah, hopefully not. I might as well find a new change of clothes." She huffed when Ayl ruffled her hair. "Pft, red. 'S overrated. Unless it's hair color, of course," she said, flipping her in an exaggerated fashion, then laughing about it. "But yeah, let's just find an apartment or something and raid it. I hope there's jeans in my size. You wouldn't believe how difficult it is to find them. It's like, skirts and stuff. I mean really, skirts? Yeah right," she ranted. "Let's try that building." She pointed to a large apartment complex, the only reason she was  able to tell was from the large, faded sign in front. It was surrounded by trees, providing a nice layer of shade on the ground, where the grass was already starting to reclaim the pathway to the front door. "Let's go, dude." She grabbed Ayl by the wrist and started dragging him towards the building. She stopped just short of the building. "Actually let's raid a clothing store." She turned around, still dragging Ayl with her.<br/><br/>It was a short while before Sam spotted a clothing store. She looked at Ayl, who's wrist was still in her clutches, and dragged him inside. She let go of him finally, turning towards him and winking. "Don't hurt yourself. I'll be right back." She waved at him, running off to find some clothes that fit. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing a pair of jeans and a purple long-sleeved shirt, her trench coat hanging over one arm and her switchaxe dragging behind her.