Maladict wasn't quite ready to give up her soldier's uniform for civilian clothes, or the pretense of being a boy. Too much had changed, and she just needed a bit of stability. So her breasts were bound flat against her chest, and she was clad in gleaming red and white of the Borogravian Tenth Foot, the regimental badge of a flaming piece of cheese polished on her hat. The only personal touch was a twist of black ribbon pinned to the front of her jacket, which anyone from her world would have known the significance in a heartbeat. People here were less aware, but she couldn't just leave it off. It was part of who she was, now.
Entering the kitchen, she made a beeline to the coffee pot as the smell of the pot someone had left on hit her. She poured herself a cup and took a sip, letting its calm flow through her before turning to her new companion. "Hello," she murmured, fangs glinting in the light.