[ one thing about the sixties is there's no shortage of accessories to match to your outfits. lorna's found a sizable one she's stored a few makeshift weapons in for the time being (mostly knives; she can't control exactly where they go but her aim's always been good regardless of whether or not she was using her powers) and is gathering as many first aid supplies as she can fit alongside those into it.
she hears sans go quiet beside her, but is too focused on getting as many of the supplies to fit into her bag as she can to look over at him until he speaks. she looks down at the box he's uncovered, sees what it contains - or contained - and her eyes darken and narrow. ]
Yeah. We are.
[ a final few adjustments are made, with a couple more bandages tucked in and one of the knives settled so she can easily grab it when she needs to, and then she stands, nodding towards him. ]
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she hears sans go quiet beside her, but is too focused on getting as many of the supplies to fit into her bag as she can to look over at him until he speaks. she looks down at the box he's uncovered, sees what it contains - or contained - and her eyes darken and narrow. ]
Yeah. We are.
[ a final few adjustments are made, with a couple more bandages tucked in and one of the knives settled so she can easily grab it when she needs to, and then she stands, nodding towards him. ]
Are you ready?