She blushed and looked down at her clothing, [i] Oh great, he's going to see my 'fighting wardrobe' [/i] She laughed nervously and played with a piece of her hair. "I uh, have to change first." She laughed nervously again and slid in to her bathroom before removing her clothes and placing the tight black shorts, and long sleeve black shirt that was far too low cut, and where the sleeves had holes for her fingers , then a pair of black and white chuck tailors. She walked out sheepishly, "They won't catch on fire, and due to the perve that helped me make these clothes, this is what I get." She shrugged and before he could say anything she walked to the door. "Okay, let's go." She said, and smiled back reassuringly while trying to pull down the black shorts.