"It's better than advertising my presence," Terenia points out, looking a bit abashed. Dropping her gaze to the uniform, she holds it up to her. "It looks like it'll fit. Might be a bit small, but not terrible."
With the fumbling fingers of someone who does not change clothes often, Terenia begins to pull the uniform on, careful not to damage it in any way. Once the suit is fully on, facing the right direction, and zipped up she exams herself carefully. The sleeves are, indeed, a tad short. Her wrists and her ankles are showing. And this uniform is a bit cleaner than the one that Tamora is wearing. Those small details notwithstanding, there is now absolutely no way to tell the difference between Terenia and Tamora.
"Well?" she asks, spreading her arms and spinning a bit.
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Tamora hesitates, glancing around at the bar. Despite the unruly nature of the establishment, she feels safer here than outside in the unknown. Besides that, Keshin or Terenia might enter the moment she leaves. Or, she reminds herself, they could be outside somewhere. Perhaps Terenia....or Myitt...is alone and you can finish the job yourself. The fact that she is weaponless strikes her as a possible problem, but she brushes it off for the time being.
"Alright..." Tamora says hesitantly, rising to her feet. She brushes off her uniform and glances back at the bartender, who is looking particularly surly. "I'll pay when I return." she promises primly. Without a sound the bartender turns away, clearly distrusting her, and continues wiping a glass dry. Tamora turns back to The Director and offers him a tentative smile.
"Shall we, then?"
