Cicero began to take out the pieces of her armor, setting them on a nearby chair. She paused, stretching some more before looking at Tam. At the suggestion to get armored, she nodded, “Of course.” Her response just as curt as his suggestion. She began to pull on the pieces of armor, beginning with the light chainmail shirt that went underneath her leather chest piece. As she tied the leather bracers tightly onto her forearms, she smiled, “Nothing better than the feeling of leather on the skin in the morn.” With a soft chuckle, she continued to dress.
After she was fully dressed except for her boots, the woman walked back over to the window. Her pipe had gone out and she didn’t feel the need to smoke anymore. She sat on the ledge, glancing down at the streets, “Do you know... any signs or something that we know we have the right group when they do arrive?” The woman reached out, stretching her arms in front of her. She glanced over to the other side of the room where her boots were laying, “Oh,” She exclaimed softly, “Could you perhaps go grab those for me, please?” A smile stayed upon her expression as she looked up at Tam.