Elissa jolted out of her mental spacing at the sound of a raised voice; for a dreadful moment she forgot where she was and flailed, expecting to find the coffin-like isolation box pressing in on her. But no, there was open space around her, and a crack of light from under the door.
Muttering to herself she checked all the weapons on her person, lastly fingering the scalpel tucked into her jeans pocket. She stopped by her room and dropped that off under her pillow; the last thing she needed was them to question her sanity.
She saw the tee-shirt that she was supposed to wear, just a normal tight-fitting "teenaged" thing, she supposed. Only problem was, it would show too many scars. She shook her head and pulled her loose black turtleneck off, settling the bulletproof vest underneath and then replacing the turtleneck. She'd never wear that tight--and revealing--of a shirt, though she'd probably bake in the thick black sweater-type shirt that she wore.
She made sure everything was where she could reach it in her backpack and put on her combat boots, lacing them up. Hastily she braided her hair and ran down the stairs, stopping at attention in front of Jack. "Sorry, Fox." she said, her voice barely audible. "I'm going to have to stop by the weapons room, grab a couple magazines and a dart gun." then she realized that Patch was nowhere to be seen. "Is Patch still sleeping off last night?" she asked softly.