InsaneJournal

Waking up mostly naked in a forest wasn't Tex's favorite way to wake up. Her favorite way to wake up was naked beneath the man walking to her right-- but he'd never know that. Really, what she'd rather do, is wake up naked in a pile of money. And guns. And ammo. Sure, it'd be a little cold at first, but they'd warm right up. That would be the good life. Of course, there were no beds made of money, guns and ammo here -- not that she'd seen, anyway.  It was disappointing, but she'd deal with it. She'd dealt with disappointment all of her life... just look at her ex. At that thought, she looked aside at the taller man as they walked. Six feet six inches was a little on the short side for a Spartan.. they were normally six-eight, or six-nine. And the girls were normally six-six or six-seven.. so the pair of them, really, were rather short for Spartans. It hadn't ever bothered either of them before. But Tex did feel particularly short today, without her armor.

She needed to get ahold of The Director and find out what the Hell was going on here. But that thought drifted out of her mind as they slowly came to a stop in front of a building that proudly announced it was a thrift store. She hoped there was no one in there that would mind them simply.. taking things. Because she had no money and she certainly wasn't going to pay with anything else. She was just going to take what she wanted and walk out. So when she pushed the door open and went inside, she was glad to find no one standing at the main counter.

"FInd something to wear." An easy command to Church, as she headed for the racks of jeans.