"Yes,"  the pretty noblewoman answered.  "We do have to get out of the open."  Her point was made though.  If anyone lived around here, they were mostly likely in the tower.  So rushing to it as if it were a safe refuge could well be like jumping from the griddle into the fire.  She shrugged.  These people seemed competent enough.  More than her, she was sure.  She was the last to finish scavenging, and by the time they were ready to leave she was wearing not only a pair of serviceable boots, but a light helm and a chain shirt over the bodice of her dress.  After cutting away the ridiculous volumes of skirt and tying a portion into a sort of sarong around the hips, she looked...  eclectic.<br/><br/>The short sword she'd used as shears hanging from a scabbard off one hip, and a short bow that she'd strung as soon as she'd found it at the ready, she looked to the others, and then she waved away the worst of the mud and grime from anyone that needed it.  They weren't making any fashion statements, but clean clothing and equipment lasted longer.<br/><br/>She'd die of purest horror if anyone that was anyone saw her like this, but at the moment she was more concerned about actual arrows than catty darts of sarcasm.  "I'm ready."  She declared once she finished adjusting the chain shirt.<br/>