"Store 'em? Hell! I'll be wearing the damn things. Not like I'm letting anyone else get near these things..." Karis scoffed, laughing. "Shit, serves that guy right for digging through someone else's locker, huh? Nah... I'll figure something out. Thanks, though."

She hefted the armful of scrap metal. Ah, the joys of never feeling tired. "Who the hell eats something that's fink and fluffy anyway? Probably poisonous or some crap..."