She hums.

"The outfit is essentially part of the basic equipment allotment, rather than something where there's too much room to stretch beyond the norm. I believe that'd likely only be feasible in the United Elven Republic, Stellar Union and star wars mission, but most missions should be able to support something reasonable similarly to that, beyond defensive properties. Do you have anything in mind as to what you prefer in lower technology worlds where a suit would be infeasible?"

"Whatever communicates 'ominous but helpful witch' for most of them. Angevon needs merchantwear, probably to help Artea I need something more like a dress and coat. Those two're special, can't back up witch vibes."

She hums and nods, notetaking herself a little. 

"Would you prefer to adjudicate that when it's the pending mission world or now?" 

"Pending, I think."

She nods. 

"Something like these?" 

She shares a handful of references for various items.

Hailey looks the images over, then nods. "That's the right impression, yeah."

She nods lightly. 

"I think that an outfit like that would be reasonably suitable for your first mission as well - though I'd expect a looser fit would be more appropriate for the time." 

"Think I'd draw the wrong kind of attention with a tight fit, there?"

"That seems reasonably likely, yes." 

"Tragic. I'll have to cope with a looser cut." She grins wryly and shakes her head. "Been this fit for less than a day and I'm already getting attached to styles."

She snorts faintly. 

"I remember getting so attached myself - albiet largely to enchantments on my clothes rather than anything more prosaic. Still, needs must." 

"Bet you looked sharp, though."

She smiles slyly. 

"I really did." 

A little chuckle flows out of her. 

"I justified in terms of 'poise', but really it was just so much easier to convince myself to fight if I thought I'd look dashing doing it." 

She shakes her head slightly. 

"Worth it. We have to find our little joys to keep facing the challenges, yeah?"

"Quite." 

She sighs wistfully. 

"Any last advice for me?"

"I think the biggest thing to remember is that there's always things that you didn't account for, and that success is never guaranteed through the fog of war. Learning that was a trial for me, but I'm grateful it came relatively early, in my journey."  

"Yeah, if things were predisposed to go right we wouldn't have a job. Murphy's a cunt, as expected. Honestly today, right here, has been the first thing to go well and proper right in my life. I expect we'll be back on the usual routine of shite going wrong and my having to improvise as soon as I leave the base."

She nods, and fusses her hand through her hair. 

"An eminently sensible expectation." 

"I believe the only thing we have left to do is finalize your basic equipment - there's the clothes, petty cash, wand blanks... Anything else in mind?" 

"Probably a pistol, just in case. Probably a duffel with a first aid kit and such. Wouldn't say no to kevlar, but I'll cope. Binoculars would be nice. A radio that can listen in on local authorities and an earpiece for it, maybe?"

She adds a pistol (with ammunition), a duffel bag bag with a first aid kit, a handheld radio, and a pair of binoculars, alongside a thermos of water. 

"I believe the rest of those aren't too available. I hope this should suffice?"

"That'll do. Thank you, Jun."

"You're welcome, and good skill." 

A prompt appears on her screen, asking her for confirmation of her build and her readiness.

Hailey takes a slow breath. Then another.

Then a wry grin comes over her face. She looks like herself, finally, and she's going to go kick ass and save lives. 

She hits the button.