[h2][center]Jack the Ripper[/center][/h2]

It would be wrong to say that Jack had wandered off too far, or even taken that long in searching for suitable clothing. After all, she only had to look for something that [i]sort[/i] of matched Mother. That had been rather easy, too, though the white-haired girl had made straight for shorts. The idea of wearing something with [i]long[/i] legs seemed a bit unfamiliar. And restrictive if she needed to cut someone.

Being assassin, she [i]could[/i] just stand by a shelf and watch everyone talk without being detected and, when called, immediately stopped trying to hide, thrusting the acquired clothing in Yuriko's face. "We found some!"