This weather. This. Weather.

Just when Cara had thought the heat had abated enough she could go back to wearing her leathers, she'd managed to get just far enough in the open to be completely devoid of cover when a brief, yet violent, thunderstorm had passed. Naturally, naturally, she'd gotten soaked though to the skin, and while her leathers could stand up to a lot of punishment, she didn't trust the heat to be dry enough not to cause problems while they dried.

So she was back in her room, back in these flimsy 'normal' clothes, and arranging her leathers so they'd dry as quickly as possible. Not at all happy about it.

[Door and post open.]