While Kara changed in the back of the truck cab, Hallbjorn removed his shirt and wrung it out as best he could. Then he did the same with his long hair. He pulled the still wet shirt back on. It was uncomfortable, but the Berserker had suffered far worse in his long, lonely life. While Kara changed, he regretted how much he had let slip in the moment. A little. Not so much as he thought that he would. And he knew that Kara would ask him about it at some point. Probably this very night. He sensed that she would be curious and the question would bubble up sooner rather than later.<br/><br/>He did not immediately respond when she called that she was ready. Then he went to the driver side of the truck and climbed in.<br/><br/>He glanced over at her when she brought up her lack of clean clothing. The large man thought he had grabbed more for her, but evidently not. Then he nodded. "I will take care of this need of yours." Hallbjorn told her, voice schooled and neutral, unbetraying. He engaged the engine and they drove for a time in silence. Hallbjorn did not look away from the road, but he did after some time break the silence. "I have existed as I am for over twelve centuries. Do not be hurt when I am this way." The man said, and glanced up at the rearview mirror to look at her face. Then his gaze went back to the road, and he took them off their intended course with a detour in mind that would see to Kara's need for clothing.<br/><br/>He drove along an interstate highway to a strip mall. There were many bright lights in the parking lot and around the building itself. As a testament to capitalism, it was still open and there were more vehicles than one would expect for the hour - more than would account for employees working at night. The pair disembarked, and Hallbjorn cracked the window on his side to let air circulate and help to dry out his side of the truck before engaging the lock.<br/><br/>"There is a store here that is managed by what is called a shifter. He may or may not be there. His name is Albert and he is a cat shifter. His employees are shifters also, of the same breed." Hallbjorn told her as they crossed the parking lot and entered into the mall itself. He walked with purpose, knowing where he wanted to go. Halfway to their destination, he paused and looked at her, then grasped her hand in his own before resuming his purposeful stride. Once he had her hand in his own his pace shifted, becoming one she could more easily match.<br/><br/>The clothing store that Hallbjorn brought Kara to looked rather upscale. Definitely on the higher end of the price point. And the clothes, accessories, and make-up inside were of brands that featured in female fashion magazines and Cosmo. A sales associate purred as she saw Hallbjorn and Kara entered. The woman's eyes slitted and she smiled like a cat spotting a saucer of fresh cream - she saw how the pair held hands and knew that a Lorean male shopping with his female meant big sales were about to happen.<br/><br/>"Purchase to your pleasure all of the clothing you fancy and any womanly things you require." Hallbjorn said to Kara. "I forbid you to fret about the cost." His gaze moved from Kara to the sales associate. "Treat her as a princess. You will be well rewarded."<br/><br/>One could almost see the dollar signs flashing in the sales associate's eyes.