It had been a slow process of assimilation, replacing somee of her wardrobe with present day things. Lighter materials, here and there. Pants that couldn't withstand even the slightest encounter with a blade.

Yeah, none of that was present now. Give her Helios and she might as well have been back in the woods where she'd come from.

(Give her Lincoln.)

"'Most people'," she rasped, but sounding subdued, "sound like smart people, for once."