Glaring, she worked her jaw a little to ease the ache in it, and glanced around; as usual, with the continuing bitter cold of the city, the street was deserted aside from the three- no, the four of them, there was Steiner still standing there on the edge of the van.<br/><br/>turning her back to the van, she took two short steps away from them all, and reached down to work down the edges of her panties through her skirt. As if she hadn't had enough of this macho posturing bullshit at Academy, now she had to get it from these leering hoodlums...Bit by bit she worked them down her thighs, until they reached her knees, and finally she let the drop to her ankles, bending to pick them up as she stepped out of them. They were a fairly simple pair, a cream-white that stood out against the grey and snowy city, and her sedate blue skirt, as she stalked back over to the van and held them up, out of Steiner's reach.<br/><br/>"Let us in, dammit, I'm going to get chapped lips!"