Charlie's trying so hard to find cover. Some sort of shade where she can move the clothing some. It's not so much that it's suffocating. She doesn't really need to breathe. It's just a nuisance. There's a reason she travels light and this is it. All this clothing just gets in the way of her movement and she wants to be able to move freely.

Nathan stops her in her tracks, though, and she snorts with frustration. This is ill-timed, Nathan. Very ill-timed. She turns, solid black eyes peering out at him between the scarf and the hat.

"Vampire. Or Goodwill Golem. I'm good with either." But her tone is as flat as possible (and muffled) and the look in her eyes is one of sheer annoyance.

"What about you? Or did you luck out?"