Once the strange machine had left them and the plasma barrier dissipated Willow looked instinctively to Karma almost as if looking to the more veteran fighter for leadership. The glance was fleeting but there was little doubt the man missed either the sidelong gaze or the implications it carried. In any case Wil only hesitated for a few moments before cautiously navigating to the overly sterile metal tables upon which the collective gear of herself and her recent companion's possessions.<br/><br/>Despite the surreal and disturbing nature of the unreal situation she was in Willow couldn't help but laugh a little when she got close enough to notice that each persons belongings were neatly stored in individual, and labeled, containers. Oh, the capricious sanity of mechanical creatures seemed to be the thought foremost on Wil's mind, followed closely by a fierce internal debate as to whether her sudden and inexplicable attraction to Karma was good or bad. Pushing such frivolous thoughts away Willow reached into the bin labeled with her name and got dressed in the torn, frayed, faded and lived in though remarkably utilitarian clothing she found within.<br/><br/>Once dressed Wil recovered her other possessions, a well made U.S. Military issue K-Bar combat knife, a leather bound set of hand crafted lock picks, her battered and many times repaired Geiger counter, a half dozen four and one half foot lengths of piano wire with either end of each length tied to well sharpened pitons, a flash light, a crowbar, a full zippo brand lighter and two packs of Marlboros, a one liter bottle filled with powdered lye, a Army Surplus canteen half-full of only slightly irradiated water, and last but not least a lovingly hand crafted energy weapon as well as her single most prized possession, her double layered weather treated canvas rucksack.