Well, it seemed she'd lucked out, except for the part where she had to chase after the man and his carriage, which while not a particularly difficult task, was certainly a nuance.  Sighing, and annoyed at herself for finding the only way to earn money that would have been easier if she'd already<em>had</em>money to spend, Keela turned to speak with the rough man now driving the carriage outside of the cabin (it's a cabin, right?).<br/><br/>"Thank you for your hospitality." she began, smiling, and figured that if the man was as oblivious, or focused, as he was earlier, he likely didn't hear her.<br/><br/>Still, she needed to get into her dress now, and she didn't really have any options.  A deep breath, and Keela quickly began to loosen the laces on her vest.   She stripped off her clothing as fast as she could, keeping the boots and undergarments because she'd overlooked the need for proper footwear, but luckily the dress she'd chosen was long enough that that bit of her wouldn't be noticed.   She then quickly slid the dress on, attempting to set a record for 'fastest clothing change in a carriage cabin' as she then tightened down any and all laces or ties, and adjusted herself to fit the clothing properly and like a lady.<br/><br/>At least, that's what she planned to do, and she prayed that she'd have enough time to get into the dress alright with one of her daggers tucked up inside one of the folds.  Otherwise, there would be a rather... interesting meeting with whomever happened to open the door...