[ he leads the way to the front and hands over his clipboard, getting a token, and then holds the door as he waits for her.
Once they are out, he follows the directions to a new room where they are given their clothing and very small, not really very concealing stalls to change in.
He changes fast, not looking at her, steadfastly.
Outside, now, he nods, taking a deep breath, dressed in his jeans, t-shirt, and duster, the weight of his blasting rod and staff making the coat hang right. ]
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[ he leads the way to the front and hands over his clipboard, getting a token, and then holds the door as he waits for her.
Once they are out, he follows the directions to a new room where they are given their clothing and very small, not really very concealing stalls to change in.
He changes fast, not looking at her, steadfastly.
Outside, now, he nods, taking a deep breath, dressed in his jeans, t-shirt, and duster, the weight of his blasting rod and staff making the coat hang right. ]
That feels much better.