[The alarm itself isn't the infuriating part. It's seeing her name on there, listed for the second draft in far too short a time, that sends her into a hazy, half-awake state of anger.]
[She has an hour to gather her things? Good. What she needs isn't much.]
[Most of her supplies were, thankfully, still in the bag she had brought out with her when she made runs to the item store. Her rapier, in similar fashion, was where she left it -- on its rack by the door.]
[Once she made herself look at least mildly presentable, she fastens the blade to her hip and slings her bag over her shoulder, then heads out. Better to arrive early than be handled by those damnable droids.]
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[She has an hour to gather her things? Good. What she needs isn't much.]
[Most of her supplies were, thankfully, still in the bag she had brought out with her when she made runs to the item store. Her rapier, in similar fashion, was where she left it -- on its rack by the door.]
[Once she made herself look at least mildly presentable, she fastens the blade to her hip and slings her bag over her shoulder, then heads out. Better to arrive early than be handled by those damnable droids.]