"I'm serious," she insists, also knowing perfectly well that she's unlikely to be able to fulfill her threat. Promise. "I'm going to do it." Somehow. She's too stubborn not to.

The pants she settles on are perfectly sensible, thankfully plain, slightly tapered to fit more easily into boots, with large enough pockets that she can't help laughing when she puts her hands in them to test; she's not going to bother trying to explain women's pockets in the clothes she's used to, but it sure is nice to know she'll be able to carry things if she likes.

When it comes to boots, she's back to being hesitant again, aware of how much more they cost than a blouse or a pair of pants. "Eskel..."