"Cathal. Tohru." she hums softly, repeating the names.
"I like them. They're elegant." she grins. She finally puts her arrow back in the quiver and her bow in its spot between her back and her backpack.
She finds her way over to the mats and nods to herself. She tackes off her bad and sets it down, placing her bow next to it.
She takes off her bandolier and quiver next, setting them carefully on top of her bag.
The belt and knife holder come off after that, and she secures those behind the bag.
The jacket comes off, revealing a sports bra. She'd taken off her shirt and stuffed it into her bag earlier that day.
The pants come off next, leaving her in simple yoga pants, cut just below her knees.
She was tan and very, very muscled, but very skinny despite this. She leaves her mask on, though. She wasn't sure she could trust them fully enough to show her face but they couldn't possibly be good enough to catch her off guard. She'd learned to sleep very lightly, and always with one hand on her weapons.