Lina had managed to find a large bag with no difficulty, and pulled it open to begin stuffing the suits inside. She pulled a black one off the hanger, stuffed it in, and reached for another. It was pink. Neon pink. Barbie pink. She made a face, pushed that one out of the way, and went on to the next one. She wasn't sure she could take anyone wearing that thing seriously. What an eyesore. She continued in this way until she heard a sound, and she turned to see she was no longer alone.
Shit. Caught. Most people didn't feel like they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar when they were doing a good deed. Lina was not most people. For a moment she just stared at the blond man, before her brain clicked on and she figured this must have been the southern guy she'd seen on the journals. "Hey," she said, figuring it'd be way weirder if they didn't acknowledge each other. "I'm gonna guess that you're Avery." She shrugged. "Even if you're not, you look cold. I found something you may find interesting." She stepped aside a little to make room, but otherwise went back to her task. There were bound to be a couple of people who needed this stuff. "I thought it was weird that they didn't provide weather appropriate gear. Turns out they did, they just made us look for it."