"No," I say again, this time with a scuff of sympathetic laughter. Neither I nor anyone who's ever met me would call me a fashion plate, but even I would do a better job than bright orange scrubs.

A new color, at least for this version of us. We got yellow the other day, so violet's the only one left. Hopefully whatever Niska's got as a bonus power stays in check until we get through the basics.

"The people in charge did that. This is yours, too," I say, and drag over the still-damp bag I'd pulled from her shoulders. "There should be dry clothes in there, if you want to go into one of the other rooms and change. If not, that's fine, too."

I glance down to the makeshift power cord attached to her side, then back up to that strange eyes. "How long until you're fully charged?"