"Perfect clothes aren't needed," Brayden said in Japanese. "However... Clothes are a nice plus to post apocalypse living. We have five months t-to get to Australia. I have a feeling we'll have the ch-chance to enjoy a few small l-luxuries. It's indecent to be without clothes anyway. It's what separate those of us who are of sound mind from the savages and the infected. You're not a s-savage, That I can tell... I have my d-doubts... about the others..."<br/><br/>Brayden led Kyza toward the sewing area. "S-So what's your name?" Brayden asked as they walked. "You kn-know mine and, if we're going to be sh-sharing a ship... I'll want to know your name at the v-very least..." Brayden eyed the man's sword hesitantly. He was a deadly weapon with that sword. Brayden's telltale paranoia was itching at the back of her head.