Annamarie nodded. "Right. Okay." And she'll continue to take in the building and grounds, and later, when her stuff's been brought up to her isolated room-with-a-view, she'll get her way into an outfit that perhaps only Raven Darkholme would have bought a fairly shy fifteen-year-old.
The bodysuit and gloves covered everything -- and covered it very, very closely. Minimum exposure, maximum mobility. Annamarie added a scarf over part of her hair, just in case.
Now, maybe, she could face people. Maybe.
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