[indent]“Walk over and get them? [i]Myself?[/i]” Chick echoed, her eyes darting to the source of the voice. Only her head could be visibly seen from the bathroom door and she stayed in that position for a few more seconds, as her head tried to process what was being asked of her. She tried desperately to hide the scowl that was fighting its way out and managed to keep it under control, keeping a cool and seemingly unaffected expression on her face. “You’re right, Master Eugene.” Chick pointed out with a tight-lipped smile. “But, I’m not sure you’d have anything in here...” Her voice trailed off as she pulled the door fully open and stepped out of the bathroom--out of her little safe haven. She walked over to the dresser she was previously directed to; it was the only one that seemed capable of storing clothes. 

“...that would suit my [i]expensive[/i] sense of style.” Chieka picked up on her last sentence, finishing it off in a haughty tone. She opened one of the drawers, examining its content. She wanted to hurry and cover herself with something more secure than her towel. [i]That would obviously go against my cool demeanor, duh.[/i] So instead, she took her time, pulling out a few things here and there only to put them back in again. In between her pulling and returning, she would find something and throw it on the edge of the bed that was closest to her before she moved on to the next drawer. Aside from the blatant mess that she had made, Chick had already picked out her pair of underwear and was moving on to finding the actual clothing.

Eventually, Chieka found a simple black dress that she could easily pull on and wouldn't obstruct any of her movements. Along with black legging shorts that she decided on wearing under the dress--as a precaution, of course. With everything ready to go, all she needed to do was change. "I'm done." She said as she glanced towards Eugene's direction, expectantly.[i]Mooooooooooveeeeee.[/i] [/indent]