"Kid, deputy, still poked himself on an obvious weapon." she pointed . As for the belongings, well a pair of nice, worn boots more suited to a renfaire than a girl in sun dress and...some tatters of green silk (blood stained) attached to a thick, leather collar by rivets. Well then. Alas poor dress. Alas. Clarice was taking her belongings, tucking the silk remains in the duffel, and sitting on a chair to put her boots on?

"I'll take them and make sure everything is filed properly. Will you be needing a payment deferment form?" Ah, yes, disapproving look toward Clarice!