Who: Gretel and Frank Castle What: Gretel's first movie night Where: Gretel’s place When: Early evening Warnings: Gretel is seeing a horror movie for the first time. Expect swearing and violence to electronics.
After Frank sent word over the tablet device that he was on his way over, Gretel went back to doing what she'd already been doing all day - Adjusting to the modern age. Specifically with it's fashion options, which left little to the imagination and even less of a tactical advantage. She knew a thing or two about clothes making, especially working with limited materials. She had made all the adjustments on her and Hansel’s gear, including hidden blade compartments and flint stone wrist cuffs (for starting fires easily). This cotton shit was certainly less strenuous to work with than leather and wool, but it didn't hold up well.
By the time a knock came to the door, she had given up for the next day. In simple 'jeans' and casual top, she stepped over her loosely organized belongings- iron and wood crossbow, fighting blades, pin knives, razor braided whip coiled by her boots and jacket to answer the door.
"Frank, I assume," she greeted, tossing her too-long-for-modern-style braid back over her shoulder before gesturing him inside.