Kyza merely grunted. Of course he knew that phrase; he was taught it since he was born. He was prepared; he had ammo, his sword, and the others were getting food. He needed nothing else. Clothes were nice, but not totally necessary. He could go around nude and not care until it got cold. In fact, no clothes meant no restriction. Still, for the sake of decentcy, he wore his clothes.<br/><br/>"We are prepared," he snapped at her in Japanese. "We have ammo, my sword, and the other two are getting food. Still, if you think you'll die without perfect clothes, then let's go get those clothes sewn. All the less to hear you whine and throw off my train of thought."