Needing to Scent

I left the bridge and returned to my room so that I could get changed. Yes, the outfit was everything that I wanted, but right now, fleece pajamas were calling my name.

"I am sorry," said Ye'tab, cutting into my thoughts. "But my source is here and wants to know if you are available to meet."

I looked at him, my helmet tossed haphazardly on the bed. I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes at the idea of not being able to get changed into something more comfortable.

"You can still get changed," pointed out Ye'tab, cutting through my pity party for one. "I would suggest that you wear your armor with the suppressor."

"What aren't you trying to tell me?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him as I took off the long overcoat.