Hope smiled brightly to Lyra's acceptance to her offer, and quickly resumed her idle chatting until she heard Dameon speak up. Remaining quiet, she simply stood outside of Lyra's room as her friend and butler conversed, glancing back at the hallway and noticed that their new member from Iscariot was no longer with them. Hope's lips turned downward a bit as she thought to herself for a few moments, swiftly turning on her heel and walking down toward her own rooms. While everyone else was dressed appropriately, she felt she wasn't. Granted, there wasn't any official duties left for the day, which was also influencing her decision.<br/><br/>Knowing that both Lyra and Dameon knew where her rooms were, she opened the door and left it open a crack. Fixing her hair into a loose ponytail, Hope immediately began to unbutton her blouse and ensure that she didn't damage the red skin of her sunburn too much. With proper medicine, she would be fine. Once the blouse was off and un-tucked from her skirt, she tossed it back onto the bed to be dealt with later. Revealed over her torso was an elaborate bustier made of a light creme material with pink lace. But it was different than most bustier women wore. This one appeared to bind and flatten out her bust instead of push them up. This was a contraption Hope had grown accustomed to wearing since she was a little girl, for it made being taken seriously in a world of men much easier for her.<br/><br/>Pondering at the pleated skirt she wore, she decided to change it but leave the stockings she wore where they were; they would simply take too much time. Unbuttoning the skirt at her hip, she tossed it on her bed as well and crossed her legs as she sat on her vanity's stool. Hope grabbed a bottle that was familiar, she opened the top and poured out a liquid and quickly applied it to her skin. It was a special formula that would help her skin not be as damaged as if it was untreated that dried quickly, it was something she'd grown accustomed to wearing and it scented her skin lightly.<br/><br/>Once she was done, she turned around and searched her closet for a simple shirt that had a picture of ivy printed over the front of it. Then grabbing a pair of kapri pants that were a light tan, she pulled them up over her legs. With her form exposed however briefly it was, there was something that would catch anyone's eye. Between Hope's shoulder blades, above the bustier, there was a tattoo of the Hellsing Crest. It was perfectly detailed, and as if there were a perfectly tailored patch attached to her form. She had had this done after her birthday, and was a way to make her a permanent member of the organization. The skin was raised with each of the lines, for it had scarred, but Hope didn't mind. It was her own personal brand, confirming her resolve.<br/><br/>When the kapri pants were tied around her hips, Hope spotted a light green looked good on her. Wearing solid white just added to her pale complexion but was necessary if she was going to be outside for longer periods of time under direct sunlight. Fixing her blonde hair into a tighter ponytail at the base of her head, Hope adjusted her bangs so they fell across her forehead neatly and smiled gently at herself in the mirror before applying some of the liquid to her reddened nose. She was muttering under her breath about sunlight before something in her mirror caught her eye.