“Right you lot deal wif the fackin’ pouch and ve money and whatever else and I’ll remember wot me mavver taught me.” The truth was it was what the army had taught her, after all this was going to be very different from needlepoint.<br/><br/>Storm took a few threads from the blanket and then used the knife her fingers and the material and threads to make something simple for each of them. It was certainly not stylish but they neither had the time or the equipment to deal to make anything other than the simplest of garments.<br/><br/>The work was made even harder by the damned hangover. As she finished storm handed out the ‘garments’. If they could even be called that. Still they covered the skin and aided towards decency.<br/>