<div class="floatleft">(http://www.over-drive-inc.com/shop/images/00301-00400/FG-SKT-IKT-001_4.jpg)</div>Kasumi's knees buckled suddenly, and her red half gloves suddenly appeared, vanished, and reappeared, as her mind wandered.  "Handlers? Vinny, that's not a good thought, not at all!"<br/><br/>She glanced around the beach, trying to shake off the mind numbing tiredness.  "So tired."<br/><br/>She looked up at the old man, a confused expression on her face.  "Vinny, how'd you swim like that?  You managed to cross miles of heaving waves, and you kept all your gear with you!  I had too..."<br/><br/>Suddenly she flushes bright red.  The color moves from her cheeks, all the way down her naked chest, and she scrambles to cover herself as she remembers struggling out of her sodden robes and pack, which had been near to dragging her under.<br/><br/>Memories of her mother's words fill her with shame.  Here she is... naked with a man she hardly knows!  Fighting with a Troll...<br/><br/>She pauses, still blushing,and takes a moment to inventory her remaining possessions.  Mostly light jewelry, and her fighting gloves, and her hairband of disguise...<br/><br/>Noting that she has let the gloves appear, she leaves them visible, and then fights a battle, her modesty fighting hard against her self preservation instincts to have her create at least the illusion of clothing.<br/><br/>Her training to hide her magic items wins out... barely, when she notes that the wrappings she uses to bind her breasts have fallen around her hips.  She finally unfreezes, and moves to rebind her breasts... somewhat more loosely than normally, as the bindings are still wet.<br/><br/>All this mental processing happens in a few moments, and she is still blushing fiercely, wondering what the kind old man must think of her.<br/><br/>She tries to distract him from looking at her.  "Um... so, maybe we should look for someplace to hide for a few hours?  I don't think I could fight another Troll, or anything that can chain one."