"That's all well and good, I'm sure you'll be able to kick the crap out of anything that holds still long enough, but fleeing is a different matter entirely," she argues, taking a moment to fuss Lev's clothes straight after so unceremoniously yanking them off their feet. She herself is dressed in a long skirt, though the hem of this is tucked up into the waistband of it, revealing strong legs clad in warm leggings, with serviceable boots of her own that aren't as much for fashion as, perhaps, stomping through snow and being intimidating in a bar. Her coat is definitely more fashion-forward, cropped and lined in soft fur. Between the two of them, they certainly make for an interesting sight hiding out away from the amorphous light monsters. Something else that she can't fight, herself. Go figure.

"Actually, I think that's new," she huffs, looking up toward the sky, then out at the passing figure of one of the aurora monsters. "Everything was pretty much fine when I first got here. Whatever is happening here is..." New and weird. Sorry, stringbean.