( the dwarf was sprawled out on the cold sterile floor in front of her pod for what seemed like hours as her head pounded and she waited for her sight to come back. when it finally did it only made her head hurt more, but she could live with that. anything was better than being in that stuff and drowning. or at least experiencing the sensation of drowning since she couldn't swim.

picking herself off the floor, she glanced herself over and noticed the numbers on her arm. harding tried to wipe them away, but she figured out after a while they weren't going anywhere. using the walls as support she walked towards the lockers. she didn't like all the sound she was making as she walked. it gave her away and she felt so exposed. nevermind that she was in the nude. that didn't bother her one bit. it was the fact that she didn't have the upper hand and she was so used to that. scouting things out and knowing the lay of the land made her feel safe and secure. she didn't have any of that here.

it took her longer than she wanted to get to the lockers, but by the time she was there her legs were already feeling close to a hundred percent and the throbbing and light sensitivity was all but gone.

opening up the locker that matched the number on her arm, she glanced at what was inside. some strange black outfit that she doesn't remember owning and some other strange stretchy black clothes. thankfully the underwear aren't that different than the kind that she's used to and she's rather thankful for the supportive sports bra that's given to her (since she wouldn't know how to put a modern bra on). next came the suit and she gave up putting the skin tight uniform on and tossed it to the floor. )

Andraste's ass! Who wants to wear anything that tight?

( harding picked the uniform back up and started to put it on again. this time with better luck. )