After frantically running around for two hours, Claire wound up feeling vaguely unlike herself as she waited for Leon.

Her hair was curled and combed and held up by pins, and for once in her life, she was wearing a skirt. It was a long peasant skirt made out of something vaguely like silk that rustled interestingly when she walked, with a red turtleneck sweater worn over it. She had her wallet and keys in the skirt's pockets... and, of course, a nine-millimeter pistol in a holster strapped to her thigh.

She was going out with Leon, after all.