[spoiler]Mmmmmmkay.[/spoiler][i]A few hours later, Fire awoke, feeling a little weird; as though she were in somebody else's skin. She looked down, and the first thing she noticed was that her clothes had been changed. She blushed at the thought, shaking her head. The second thing noticed was that there wasn't a singe trace of the wounds she got after blowing the train to bits. She stared at her unblemished skin, feeling around it. It all felt very different. She grabbed her gauntlets, putting them on, and couldn't stop wondering why her skin wasn't at all damaged.[/i]

[i]The door was only slightly open and[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ckom3gf57Yw]some sort of music[/url] was coming from the next room, though nothing was visible at that point. [/I]

[i]Fire began slowly walking towards the door, quietly pushing it open as she looked around for the source of the music.[/i]

[i]The oaken door opened to reveal a well furnished room. Her door was the farthest on the left was when compared to the entrance, which was in the left corner of the house-like room. What greeted her was a set of four brown couches with a coffee table in the middle, under what looked to be a skinned bears pelt. Across the room and in the opposite corner of the oaken walled room was a desk, and the man in the duster sitting at it, with a quill in his hand and an empty journal on an oaken desk. There was a door just to his right and four oaken doors next to the one Fire peers her head out of. Finally, multiple painting seemed to line the walls of the house, with the occasional animal head in a frame over the fire pit on the opposite wall from the door. The music seemed to come from a set of speakers on his table, which didn't seem to be linked to any phones but the TacPad on his right forearm. JT still hadn't heard the door open as he was listening to the music and writing, but he was still working away at what he was writing. [/i]

[i]After taking a look around, Fire shifted her attention to JT. She rapped on the door with her right, gauntleted knuckle, not wanting to barge in without warning. The light reflected in her warm, gold-bronze eyes as she watched the cowboy, and she slowly began walking into the room, hands hanging awkwardly at her sides. Her long, waist length red hair hung loosely around her, and it was all tangled up.[/i]

[i]The knocking was almost enough to make the Marshal grab the yellow-barreled and yellow-cylindered revolver that rested to the left of his book, but it didn't and only forced him to shift his gaze over to Fire, and turn slightly in his chair. After realizing who it was, the figure turned to write again. "Good, you're alive."[/i]

"Um... yeah...." [i]Fire said, walking behind JT to see what he was writing.[/i] "All thanks to you. But... how?" [i]She asked, wanting to know both why and how the cowboy saved her.[/i]

[i]The contents of what he was writing looked to contain the words Dojo Encyclopedia on the very front of it, which would signify he was writing something about the lands he was in. [/i]"Your flesh was charred to a crisp and thin, so I replaced it. Kevlar limbs with some good old meshing for the joints to let you tank more hits, too. The mesh and Kevlar have some ceramic plates to disperse fires."

"So.... Does that make me fireproof?" [i]Fire smiled hopefully, fingers rubbing her new skin, admittedly a little weirded out by having a new layer of the stuff.[/i]