Paisley woke from her little nap refreshed. She sat up in the cot and grunted as the pain shot through her upper body. She had forgotten about her shoulder. Slowly so she didn't cause herself any more pain, she got off the cot and stood before her clothes chest. She opened it with her good hand and pulled out a chance of shirt and pants. She stitched her soiled blue top for a black muscle shirt- it was one of her favorites- and ripped up skinny jeans. When she had finished redressing herself,  she replaced the knives she had lost in the fight earlier and eased her leather jacket back onto her shoulders. Paisley quickly brushed her hair, braided it into a braid as best she could, and let the tent.