"Alright." Thank the universe. She'd really prefer to not run around with nothing but panties and a scarf to protect her ass. It's not the nakedness which bothers her, but the fact that she can't hold as many weapons.

It's with a curious eye that she glances down while Charlotte ties the scarf around her hips. It fits her snugly, but her jacket covers some of the queen's rump.

"Try to keep the jacket in one piece," she says, while her fingers drag through long, red, locks. They'd quick and efficient, looping chunk after chunk, gathering some of the lower pieces, until she's got the makings of a french braid. "It's a favorite."

She has no ties, so once the braiding is done, she wraps Charlotte's hair into a neat bun at the base of her neck, tugging out a pin from her own hair to try and hold it in place.

"Finished." It's the best they'll do. Hopefully the pin holds. "We should burn them. We'll worry about that after we get you out."