Feyora nodded, straightening her glasses slightly before moving towards the box of clothes. After a little bit of rifling through, and casually watching the crew work around her, she selected a basic outfit -- it wasn't greatly military in nature, but was fairly utilitarian -- a form-fitting, bronze-colored vest, matching bracers, a black belt, and a short, divided maroon skirt. After even more searching, the 'mechanic' managed to find a pair of knee-high boots of an almost identical color to the vest, and she gathered the pile of clothes into a small bundle. With a grunt, Feyora looked around to see that several of the crew had gone their various ways -- she'd likely have to wait for the shower.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>