*WHAM* The blow landed solidly on Solace's head, the successful surprise attack.

Blood trickled down Solace's naked form as she slowly turned.

"That the best you got? If you're gonna take a surprise attack on an unarmed girl, you'd better have enough guts to finish the job." Solace grabbed the clothes, slinging them over her shoulder as she rejoined the line. "Now, I'll get dressed after I get cleaned up. Wouldn't want my nice new clothes to get all bloody, now, wouldn't we?"

Solace payed little, if any, attention to Isadora. Upon reaching her cell, Solace didn't seem to pay any mind to cleaning herself up. The blood drying so it wouldn't stain was apparently her definition of "clean".

Tearing into the garments given her, Solace quickly bandaged her feet and hands as traditional of many styles of martial artist. What remained when she was finished was more reminiscent of a tank top with no midriff and shorts, tightened around her form with more strips.

[hider=ooc] With +4 to her intelligence, she literally can't fail this craft check. [/hider]