She walks into the dorm and takes a look at the dresses. It wasn't really her style of clothing, but it made 3 days she had the jumpsuit she was wearing on. She gasped as she removed it, remembering her neck tattoo. A hand holding up a hammer, the symbol of the Unioners. Oh, why did she had to get drunk that night on Pacifica and let herself dragged into this tattoo business... She grabs a sweater and makes sure that the tattoo cannot be seen, and then puts on a pair of jeans. When she walks out, a grim, worried look on her face. ''I think we might have another problem...'' She slightly pulls the collar of her sweater down to show her the tattoo. ''Probably that up north, most of your men do not know what this means, but it still is a bugger...''
