Re-entering the bunkers, Asphyxia placed the heavy armour down on her bed. Crouching down and rummaging around underneath it, she tried to fish out something that would help disguise her further. She found several brown garments that she barely remembered even packing, and held them up against herself.
Those will do, she thought, throwing them on top of the armour.
'Boots, boots, boots,' she muttered, 'where the bloody hell are they...? Gotcha!'
Once she had gathered everything together, she carefully pulled off her jewellery, and wiped her face free of whatever make up might have escaped. Wriggling out of her clothes, she retracted her horns back into her head, and tugged the new things on, before slipping the newly formed armour over the top.
'Heavy, holy s**t,' she muttered, trying to rearrange her new outfit. 'Well, if this doesn't disguise me well enough, I guess nothing will.'
Taking a few experimental steps, she tried to get used to the weight of the armour on her slender frame, and carefully walked back out.
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