In a side room of an abandoned building on the edge of a city Lucy Saxon didn't know the name of, she hunched further into herself, shivering as she wrapped her ratty cloak tight around her body. It was ragged and dirty, probably one of the nastiest things Lucy had ever worn in her life, but after a day or two on Woman Wept- if that was what this
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'I assumed you had a shower,' she said, with gentle sarcasm. 'The question was intended to mean, can I use it?'
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'I probably will, yes,' she agreed wryly, plucking distastefully at her ruined garments. 'These, I'm burning as soon as I get out of them.'
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With that, he led the way out of the room and through several corridors before finally reaching the wardrobe room, stopping and gesturing to the racks of clothes.
"You know better than me what you'd like. There should be something in there for you."
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'This is your wardrobe, and yet all you ever wear is that suit?' She gave him a wry little look, before turning to peruse the racks of clothes.
Usually, Lucy was one for style at all times, but at the moment, warmth and comfort rather took precedence. It didn't take her long to find a pair of corduroy trousers and a warm-looking, cream coloured jumper. She almost felt warmer already just holding them, in comparison to the thin silk blouse and torn skirt she was wearing at the moment.
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He pushed himself off the strut and nodded at the jumper. "Nice jumper, that. I was wondering where that had got to."
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He looked up from his work when he heard footsteps and stuck his head out of the door of the room. "Are you done then?"
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