[First thing’s first: cleaning up. The blood swirls down the drain of the too-big shower in this too-big guest bathroom, and Makima closes her eyes, water sluicing over her form. This is nice, she thinks, plainly.
And when she’s done there, she dries off and dresses in the clothes provided for her. It’s a simple number, a nice blouse and a dark maxi skirt, less formal than her previous outfit — but her previous outfit could definitely use some help, now.
Generous as it is, should she consider it strange that Warren happens to have women’s clothes on hand? And even those that happen to fit her? It’s like something out of a thriller, or a slasher film building bodeful suspense.
She lets him know that once she’s dressed and presentable, meeting him in the living room. Her hair’s fully down, since she undid the braid to shower, and she won’t bother to plait it together again until it dries completely.]
You know. When a man just happens to have a girl’s size in clothes laying around in the movies, it’s never a good sign.
[She’s grinning, though, clearly in a pleasant mood post-shower.]
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And when she’s done there, she dries off and dresses in the clothes provided for her. It’s a simple number, a nice blouse and a dark maxi skirt, less formal than her previous outfit — but her previous outfit could definitely use some help, now.
Generous as it is, should she consider it strange that Warren happens to have women’s clothes on hand? And even those that happen to fit her? It’s like something out of a thriller, or a slasher film building bodeful suspense.
She lets him know that once she’s dressed and presentable, meeting him in the living room. Her hair’s fully down, since she undid the braid to shower, and she won’t bother to plait it together again until it dries completely.]
You know. When a man just happens to have a girl’s size in clothes laying around in the movies, it’s never a good sign.
[She’s grinning, though, clearly in a pleasant mood post-shower.]