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Helena smiled and giggled at Elizabeth. Her declarations were dead-on, and the blunt honesty of it all amused her even though it probably shouldn't have. It wasn't too surprising though: there were far more unsavory things that caught her fancy in life.

"Right! You heard the woman." She linked arms with Elizabeth and Clarissa. "We're off in search of the ever-elusive pantsu." She smiled at her own joke and headed for the door. The situation felt rather... allusive. "Anyone else feel like we should be skipping and singing Follow the Yellow-Brick Road?" Then, almost as an afterthought, "C'mon Finnegan! We've got girly shopping to do!"

Helena's mood was somewhere between girlishly giddy and exhaustively elated, and she quickly realized what it was: the lack of underwear. It was most certainly a... fresh feeling. She could really go for some lazing about in a bed all day... preferably with a good-looking man that was willing to cuddle.

"I say we need to drag Finnegan into the girliest store we can find," Elizabeth suggested with a conspiratorial grin. "Agreed?"

Clarissa was about to have a mental breakdown at the downward spiraling thoughts of underwear when Helena snapped her out of it. "Oh. Umm, okay. That's fine." She felt sorry for Finnegan, but she really did need clothes. Not to mention, she didn't want to ruin the girls' fun.

The further they walked from the basement, the happier Clarissa got. Shopping meant books to Clarissa; maybe she could go to a bookstore after getting clothes. And getting clothes wouldn't take very long, right? Riiiiiiight?

When the girls stopped, Clarissa's smile disappeared. The windows to the building were displaying mannequins with lacy underwear. The building was pink and red. The sign above the building read "Victoria's Secret."

"We're going in there?" Clarissa could barely keep the squeak out of her voice. Well, my sister said she liked the stuff they sold here... But then came the thought of showing off the underwear.

It was funny to watch Clarissa's face go from one emotion to the next. It went through panic, thoughtful, terror, embarrassment, and finally weak courage. Meanwhile the color kept switching from bright red to abnormally pale white.

Clearly, Clarissa had very little experience going into an underwear shop.

"So guys, guess what language I don't speak?" Elizabeth commented cheerily, too tired of the inevitable cycle to care any more. "Ooh, wait, I know some."

She smiled broadly.

"¡Tu Madre!"

"Holy squids!" shouted Helena, jumping at the sound of the door crashing open. She spun toward the source to find a man who- for reasons beyond understanding- dropped his gun to draw a knife. There seemed to be a definite lack of logic in that action, but she wasn't one to question a lunatic's behavior, especially if it made things a little safer for them. "Um... What's he saying?"

Finnegan, seeming to have lost worry of the strange scenery change and not necessarily hating his female and clothing-challenge company, was more willing than expected to go underwear shopping with the women, "Aye, ladies, I'll go, someone needs to tell you how well it looks." he said with a sly smile followed by some well-mannered chuckling. He joyful disposition sunk when they encountered the man. He began scrounging his memory for phrases his brother always liked to use around him, but Clarissa got there first.

Finnegan absent-mindedly positioned himself between the women and the man.

Clarissa relaxed a little when the man dropped his guard. "He said to follow him and that he'd get us clothes." He was being kind by offering to help them. She had to wonder why. We need a moment to think. "Un momento, por favor," she told the man.

"I just asked him to give us a moment. What do you want to do? Listen to him or keep walking?" She looked at each group member while waiting for their replies.