Reyhan didn't take much more than a handful of minutes to get properly washed up and dressed in the hooded gown, floating back in Anastasia's way.  Several times she wobbled while trotting in, swearing quietly under her breath at the tall, narrow-heeled shoes she wore, catching the front of her gown a time or two underfoot; clearly she was not used to wearing anything more elegant or intricate than her fatigues or dressy overcoat.  She stumbled about the room for a short while further, not paying the rather<i>excited</i>captain any kind of mind as she pawed through the contents of her desk and several shelves in pursuit of some item or another.<br/><br/>Eventually, it seemed to be retrieved as one bright, bloody red holster and accompanying pistol belt was drawn from a drawer and fastened about the woman's waist.  She hummed a brief few notes as her gaze scanned over the few small hydrogen flasks sitting in their neat rows besides auto-quills,  a flask of amnesec, a chrono, and countless other bits and baubles.   She picked up two or three of the small canisters and slipped them along her belt.  "Well," Reyhan said, addressing Anastasia finally.  "Suppose I'm all prepared.  Never know when there might be trouble."  Which is why she carries a plasma pistol to a get-together among trusted advisers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>