"We can go with something a bit skimpy but with spare clothing that covers more, it seems like a good compromise to me. Giving it a try, and if you don't feel comfortable with it then changing in the more covering one. Or you could try wearing both, and only taking the topmost off if you feel comfortable." Her tone became a bit teasing at that thought.<br/><br/>"It would require fairly thin material though at least on the smaller one, or it would<em>show.</em>" Chuckling a little teasingly Aimee blinked at Reon paused, but then listened in on Reon before sighing. "I think they are likely alright but I do think it would be rude to say no, and I am glad to see you care for folks." She smiled happily, a look of warmth. "We've seen one asshole that showed they had more power than good sense and caring towards others..."<br/><br/>The helicopter was resting on the roof of the old building between two large air-conditioner boxes on the roof, the fans slowly moving still, even with the half-crushed wreckage of the chopper on the roof, its landing struts broken by the impact but the pilot and co-pilot both strapped in to their seats seeming to have passed out but alive. Behind them, a young woman in her teens resting on the back, besides an older man that looked suitable to be her father. Two blonde people with fair skin and fine clothes, but both of them knocked out as well it seemed.