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[center][b][u]Brewing Storm[/u][/b][/center]

Sangue took a deep breath as she sheathed her blade, though she kept one hand on the handle in the case that something decided to attack them. A look of concern flashed over her as she noticed that two survivors had been holding out in a freezer... She had her doubts on whether the survivors knew how to open the refrigerator from the inside, but then again, there were clusters of Grimm around the area. If she had been unable to fight, throwing her own life away or attempting to live a little longer would be the only options available.

And as much as hiding did not appeal to her all that much, she knew that the logical course of actions would instinctively fall into the latter.

Lauren told her and Amaranth to remove the frozen clothing off of the men. Sangue nodded, determined to do any task given to her to the best of her abilities.

Yet, she had no idea how to ask someone to take their clothes off. As dire as the situation was, the fact that she could not come up with the proper words quickly was becoming just as dire.

So she decided to believe in the "[color=a187be]Just do it[/color]" aspect of Team BASL.

"[color=f7976a]Amy,[/color]" Sangue told Amaranth with a somewhat hesitant look. "[color=f7976a]You deal with... that man. I'll deal with... this man.[/color]"

Turning to the freezing man in front of her, the woman regained her composure and filled herself with only motivation to help him.

"[color=f7976a]Hello,[/color]" she said with a serious look as she turned to one of the men. "[color=f7976a]I... will be [b][i]stripping[/i][/b] you.[/color]"

And strip the man she did, as awkward as the entire thing sounded without context. As soon as she got most of the frozen clothes off, Sangue reached for her kimono and yanked it off roughly, the wrap around her waist falling on the ground as her clothes loosened. In her defense, she still had her sarashi covering a fair amount of skin, so she had no reason to feel indecent.

Not that she cared about looking indecent in the middle of a mission. She probably had no idea what indecency meant to most people anyway.

The woman wrapped the man with her clothes as she awkwardly pressed a hand to the man's chest gently. "[color=f7976a]I will be providing... uh... body warmth,[/color]" she explained with a monotone voice, though the lack of an idle expression showed a bit of her nervousness. She looked up to see if Lauren was ready to bring in things that could heat up the poor men.