[ She drops his hand and goes over to the makeshift bed he's set up. She sits on top of the blanket, crossing her legs. Her outfit has an aged quality to it. Old leather accessories, a heavy cloak around her shoulders. A pair of jeweled necklaces hang between the leather breastplate she wears and the cloth blouse beneath it.

It'd give her that medieval renfaire look, were it not for the rifle that she has to take off and set beside the makeshift bed to get comfortable. It's not exactly space-age equipment, but it's respectably past muskets and turn-of-the-century. ]

This isn't for you, I promise. [ She says as she rests the rifle aside. ] But with the current sleeping arrangements, I don't have anywhere I trust to leave it yet.

[ She pulls her hair over one of her shoulders and looks over at him. ]

And seeing as we're planning to be up here all night ...