Katara had gotten into cubicle three, so when she heard Nura over the other women in the dressing room, she called out, "The third one on your left! Here!"

Though she would keep this to herself, she had hoped this might be something that she would do with her mother, or even her ship mother. It was sad, but really empowering at the same time. She finally felt like she could have some time like this before fighting and seriousness and training, training training.

She could use some R&R after all.

But the last thing she was expecting, she had to admit, was the something to wear under it. She took the bra solemnly, looking at it almost quizzically. This would definitely be different from how she usually wore her underclothes, but she supposed even that could use an update, right? She wriggled out of her bathing suit, drying herself thoroughly before putting on these new clothes.

And yes Nura, she is so eager to try on the clothes she isn't even bothered to be undressing in front of a complete stranger. Of course, they were both girls, right? She had even brought a bra to try herself!

Bra. BRA. What a weird sounding word.