Emily winced as the guard went down, then sighed as Kal stepped in front of her, hurrying to pull off her little peasant shirt and drop her skirt around her ankles. The underthings she'd worn when she ported in had been dried and put back on for this express reason. They were built to move with her.
"Just stall him for a second and I can take him." She insisted, skirt sliding off her hips.
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