Jennifer begins to giggle like a maniac, looking up at Sam with eyes that looked playful and happy through her now depolarized visor. In full battle-ready armour, she was still a tiny bit shorter than the boy, by about a centimeter. Out of armour, she'd be about an inch and a quarter shorter. "Yes, yes. Unless you want to join me in there." By the time she had finished that sentence, she was crying out with laughter. She let go of Sam, and made her own way -quickly- into a changing room.

By the time Jennifer walked out of the changing room, which was not long later, her face was entirely red. Her armour was off, and she was wearing an aqua colored shirt and tight, equally colored jeans. Red boots that reached just below her calves clanged as if the bottoms of them were made of metal (which they, in fact, were), and her green cap turned as she looked around as if she was never there before. Jennifer walks her way back over to Sam, and folds her arms. Like this, Jennifer was very pretty, and her shy smile complimented this. "S-Sorry, you probably know that was the meds." She says, before thinking to herself, [i]the military grade meds[/i].