03-05-2014, 11:57 AM
Torri grumbled to herself after Michael left and turned to regard the clothing with both hands planted firmly on her hips. This was rife with all kinds of complications. Not simply what could happen to her if the people in the city discovered her masquerade. Was she breaking any rules, here? Not particularly. The details of her orders were largely left up to her's and Michael's discretion. So answering to superiors regarding the excursion probably was not an issue. But as she pulled the drape-like clothing over her head, that sense of unease remained. Maybe it was just nerves. She hoped it was just nerves. She wasn't even sure if smuggling a firearm would help. Probably not. That would only lead to more of a paper trail than she was already comfortable discarding.
The liquid nitrogen was an easy enough order to process with her Med Wallet. Facilities should have it ready and waiting for pick-up on their way out. It wouldn't be easy to hide from view if they walked around with a 5 L steel dewer on them. What in the world did Michael want it for, anyway? She figured she'd find out soon enough.
The headdress hid the lump of her bun, and the feminine arch of her brows from view. She routinely went without makeup, so she might be able to pull off the disguise as a plainly shaven Arab. She was of a height and build to be a young man, but her skin was certainly anglo-saxon. Hopefully nobody looked too close.
She was as ready as she'd ever be by the time Michael returned. Hidden deep in the pockets of the clothing was her Med Wallet, which had additional technologies to measure or scan biomarkers in the event of illness or injury. If she kept her hands in her pockets and head down, she might otherwise go overlooked, but she still didn't know what exactly she'd be doing on this crusade.
The liquid nitrogen was an easy enough order to process with her Med Wallet. Facilities should have it ready and waiting for pick-up on their way out. It wouldn't be easy to hide from view if they walked around with a 5 L steel dewer on them. What in the world did Michael want it for, anyway? She figured she'd find out soon enough.
The headdress hid the lump of her bun, and the feminine arch of her brows from view. She routinely went without makeup, so she might be able to pull off the disguise as a plainly shaven Arab. She was of a height and build to be a young man, but her skin was certainly anglo-saxon. Hopefully nobody looked too close.
She was as ready as she'd ever be by the time Michael returned. Hidden deep in the pockets of the clothing was her Med Wallet, which had additional technologies to measure or scan biomarkers in the event of illness or injury. If she kept her hands in her pockets and head down, she might otherwise go overlooked, but she still didn't know what exactly she'd be doing on this crusade.