RLR -> Tracey's

"Don't worry. I've got all the shoes I need," Eileen declares with a chuckle, picking out a comfortable T-shirt and long pants, in urban camo, before following Tracey to her quarters. The posters on the wall don't get much of a look.

Unless Tracey has one of Ricardo Montalban, of course.

"I'd make a comment about where honey comes from, but I won't," the Nordic blonde quips with a chuckle, before turning serious. "...thanks for helping me," she says, more earnest than she has been...well, all this time, really.