15. dress

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It's the first time she's ever been on a train. She looks around her curiously as the baggage rattles in the luggage trays above.

Makima's gazing out of the window; there's something almost wistful in her expression. The rest of the train smells of Boredom so she taps Makima on the shoulder, smiles — Are you going to tell me why you pulled me out of patrolling today?

Makima looks down at her, a wry edge to her lips. I thought a change might be nice.

Reze laughs. And the cap? The dress?

The other woman frowns. Do you not like it?

Reze elbows her. Of course, she likes it. With the tied-up hair, the new dress, the healthy glow in her cheeks... She'd almost been unrecognisable in the mirror. Thank you, she says finally.

Makima hums, pushes Reze's bangs out of her face automatically. You're welcome.

The train trundles into a tunnel. The windows fall into darkness as Makima settles back into her seat. Reze fiddles with her ear — doesn't register the soft rustling of clothes nor the odd shadows on the seats in front of them.

She hears a metallic click and then a too-loud noise and then nothing, nothing at all.

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