Everything done, affirmed, and all but ready to go, they would all part ways and do their thing for the next evening.  Which, in Elisabeth's case, would include ensuring all was in good, proper, working order for the next night; she wasn't about to let their first date be<em>anything</em>less than perfect.  A good night's rest, her weapons in good working order... there was nothing that was going to stop her from succeeding tomorrow.<br/><br/>That day she lounged about (didn't have to work that day, luckily), read through some arcane tomes in electronic format in her lodge, and spent the day naked in her home, wishing she had a nice, warm, furry body to hold and cuddle... just as well she didn't though, since she may very well have wore herself out in that case.  So she dressed in her half-suit of skintight armor (showed off every delicious inch of her body, yummy!), and jeans over the bottom part.  She wrapped her vest around her top, situating the form-conforming device around her body before pulling a pair of jeans up and slipping on some high-quality ass-kicking shoes.  Holster on her hip for a sidearm, and she hooked her combat load vest over her armored vest, ammo pack in tow too.  Glasses for that intellectual look that helped her vision, gloves for punching, and loaded up all her clips into the vest for her Colt Govt, Colt M rifle, and her P93, one holstered and the latter two on slings.<br/><br/>As she put her larger guns into a case, and stuck said case into the trunk of her car, she was grinning; she certainly looked like a professional; they'd probably<em>love</em>what they saw when she showed up.  So, gun in hip-holster at her side, she started up and headed off, intending to arrive and meet Musubi an hour and a half early, then spend that half-hour finding the Lt... shouldn't be<em>that</em>hard, she figured.