[She balks at it for a moment. There's no question in her mind that it's Isaac's. Yes, even though it's a uniform, and even though there's been multiple people here who came from the same worlds. After seeing him wear it for all these weeks, this look is firmly cemented in her mind as "Isaac".
But why is it here? Her mind jumps to some conclusions, but maybe it's not what it looks like -- after all, didn't Isaac pull a spare uniform out of the vending machine? It's possible that she just found her way into the prize room.
She's going to start pulling more clothing out of the trunk, laying them out neatly on the floor.]
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But why is it here? Her mind jumps to some conclusions, but maybe it's not what it looks like -- after all, didn't Isaac pull a spare uniform out of the vending machine? It's possible that she just found her way into the prize room.
She's going to start pulling more clothing out of the trunk, laying them out neatly on the floor.]