With the idea of a shower ahead and tending to her cat, her cries slowed to mere sniffles.  Still she looked longingly along those arms.  The ones that made her feel safe and protected when her world exploded out of her control.  True, she did not enjoy her life, but it was HER life.  Suddenly, she felt like an accessory to everyone else's life, as if hers did not truly exist.  She was pushed, pulled, kidnapped, taken, lifted and thrown.  She focuses all her emotions on the shower.  Her mind already mentally washing her long raven strands.  Subconsciously, her hand reaches up to her head and undoes the braid.  The long, straight strips of midnight fall about her olive skin.  She rakes her fingers through them to undo the weave fully.  As her hand retreats from the hair, it pauses to wipe some tears off her cheek.  She looks back up to him with her amber eyes shining with a shimmer that only tears can produce.  A grateful smile plays coyly along her naturally dark lips.  "Thank you."  She says softly and her eyes drop from his face.  As she looks down, she cannot help but not the view along the way.  A pleasing sight to say the least.  A flush overtakes her cheeks.  Her mind starts thumbing through her wardrobe.  The key to quick changes is to know ahead what you want and where it is.   Her mind scours her imagined image of her room, tearing it apart.  Finally, she spots what she desires.  The outfit bought for that event which was cancelled.  She had gone out on a limb with that outfit.  It was sassy and flirty, but entirely cute at the same time.  A short black skirt, net stocking, a fitted black waist that curled under her breasts and up over her shoulders, flouncy purple and white checked material trimmed in black lace cupping her bra and capping her shoulders.  Her smile takes on a bit more strength as the thought gives her a strange sort of courage.  A little bit of reclaiming herself.  A little bit of stepping out of her normal life.  A little bit of her choosing adventure.  A little bit of her comfort zone.  She begins to play with the hem of her shirt as she pictures herself in this with her heeled boots that almost reach her knees, straps and buckles adorning the calf perfectly.  Her mind jumps to an ornamental dagger given her.  The only tie to a family she had no idea of.  For some reason, though she had never used it and was pretty sure it was useless against any she was suddenly thrust among this night, this dagger felt needed.  She would strap that around her thigh with the red silk it was wrapped in.  Her hand flies to her neck as she continues to plot.  Racing through the inhabitants of her dresser top, she finds the perfect necklace.  It was more a jewelled collar, but it dipped into a V at the front and was adorned with dainty fillagree work and dangly bits.  A pleased grin comes to her smile as her head was still lowered.  "I can't thank you enough."  The words are low and soft, but audible.<br/><br/>She pushes to ask a few questions about him.  "You...."  She pauses unsure if she should ask, but neededing more information, "you said that guy was your brother?"  She wasn't sure where this need sprang from as it was not in a logic thought pattern with her shower and change of clothes, but it pushed outward anyways.