Hagetaka sighed, washing the uniform vigorously. her hands working the soap into the dark brown fabric. She would normally have the goblins do it, but they were easily distracted by shiny objects and the Boss WANTED his medals...For some reason.. She continued whistling the same song while she worked, and as she rinsed the water over the uniform the grime was driven from the suit like sand driven away by a strong breeze. Soon it was pristine, the medals shined and in proper position. She turned toward the stairs, folding it over her arm.