[b][u]Avenger[/u][/b]

She felt her Master's words pour into her head as she scanned through the alley.

There were clear signs that someone had passed through here with great force at extremely high speed; there were dents in the ground, presumably from the sheer force of someone travelling at vast speed whilst reinforced. She'd intended to follow the tracks to those that had made them, and so her Master's words were only an affirmation of that; but morning had closed in, and whilst it was still early, the streets would be filling up with people soon. Without the ability to dematerialize, or fade into the shadow as she had before her defeat last time, she would need some casual clothing in order to fit in. She remembered the utility of such clothing from her first venture; she'd just have to find a way to obtain some this time. 

She reckoned asking her Master would be pointless; she seemed as interested in her as her first Master, if perhaps a little more courteous about it. She'd have to get ahold of some money in order to buy some- though, for that, she'd probably have to steal some money from someone in order to achieve that. At which point, she may as well have just stolen the clothes to begin with.
...
She'd take her chances with her Master, she thought to herself, as she headed out to leave the alley. Make a sweep of the remaining city and head back to base; she'd fulfill her Master's orders and have an excuse to ask her about the clothes, then.