Finally. Fucking FINALLY. Having access to only the same handful of increasingly worn-out clothes was getting pretty old, even without considering the state of undress certain others on the island were approaching.
As such, Erika is pretty damn eager to get a good look at what all they’ve ended up with here. She’s crouched among the provided clothing options, sorting through what’s there - actually sorting it, folding things up and pushing them aside by style, by size, making some kind of sense out of the chaos. It’s a rough kind of organization, of course; Erika isn’t exactly the most meticulous person. But it seems to her like a start.
Anyone who passes by has a good chance of being beckoned over, especially if they’re looking at all lost among all the clothes. “Hey, you checked out the stuff over here yet?”
Erika Fisher | OTA
As such, Erika is pretty damn eager to get a good look at what all they’ve ended up with here. She’s crouched among the provided clothing options, sorting through what’s there - actually sorting it, folding things up and pushing them aside by style, by size, making some kind of sense out of the chaos. It’s a rough kind of organization, of course; Erika isn’t exactly the most meticulous person. But it seems to her like a start.
Anyone who passes by has a good chance of being beckoned over, especially if they’re looking at all lost among all the clothes. “Hey, you checked out the stuff over here yet?”