The ill-fitting spacer jumpsuits Shiro had procured for Bex and Ezren hung loose from their limbs, and the half-visors looked out of place over their left eyes. Ezren imagined she looked even more unrecognizable with her hair dyed back to her natural mousy brown and a gray scarf covering the lower half of her face. Or at least, she hoped she would be unrecognizable, because there was nowhere to run if she was mobbed in here.
