[center][h3][color=a7a7a7][b]THE LONG WINDING ROAD TO THE PRT[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
Overlook was mostly silent through the long ride, opening a laptop he carried around and playing a bit more Morrowind on the ride. To be fair, he was feeling some extreme anxiety for this meeting with the director, and it was hopefully understood as this was the first time he'd been outside since... since... um...

...fuck.

Anyway, he wasn't really ready for this meeting with the director of the PRT, and how it wasn't really helpful to be wearing a hoodie to this sort of event, or at least something that was a bit more decent and presentable. In an effort to make some form of conversation between the individuals within the armored truck. [color=8882be][b]"So... if you guys work for the PRT, doesn't that mean you guys are also parahumans?"[/b][/color]

[hr][center][h3][color=f49ac2]A Shipping Warehouse[/color][/h3][/center]
There was no time to be arguing about this and worrying about clothes, Gaia had to get out of here. This clown of a person was confusing as hell but he... she... it at least seemed to know what would be a good idea in this situation. With some haste, Gaia removed the very loose shirt off the thug man in the room and put it on over her frame as it draped past her hips and was large enough to cover her. Gaia adorned her sun mask and looked back to the clown in the room with her answer. [i][color=00a99d]"Are we really going through with this?"[/color][/i] [color=fff200][b]"Alright you friggin clown, let's do this."[/b][/color] [color=00a99d][i]"Goddammit."[/i][/color]

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