The medic, now dressed in her civilian clothes, adjusted her hat and hair a final time in the mirror before heading out to find her pyro friend. With her, she carried a bag at her side with a list of people to shop for. Last year, she had gone about making music boxes for everyone so she only had to order kits from a catalog. This year, she’d try some variety.
She arrived at a bus stop situated on a long road away from her base and stood patiently for Ignis to meet her.