Angel had been wearing a tailored outfit earlier,
Something that sat between formal and military wear.
She had been wearing fitted black military pants made from a highly flexible memory material that allowed full movement.
The material could stretch far beyond normal fabric and still return to its original shape without a wrinkle.
The pants were designed for movement, running, climbing, fighting, anything, and they fit her perfectly without ever restricting her.
She wore black vintage combat boots that matched the pants, durable and built for long wear and rough terrain.
Along the edges of the boots, around the sole and along the lace lines and back seams, there were faint gold thread linings that marked her military affiliation and rank.
Her shirt was a fitted white suit-style shirt, made from the same flexible memory material as her pants so it could move with her body without restricting her.
On the right side of her chest was a gold signifier that showed her rank and role.
The gold piece was detachable and also functioned as a communication device, allowing her to command troops and communicate with her military even from far away.
The shirt looked slightly wrinkled and crumpled from all the running and movement, but that was not actually a problem for this type of material.
With just a few quick pulls and adjustments, the fabric returned to its perfectly fitted shape. The real problem was the dirt.
Dust had mixed with sweat from running and had turned into faint muddy stains across parts of the white fabric.
Her pants held up better, but they were still dirty enough that she could not walk into a formal meeting like that without it looking disrespectful.
Her hair, which was usually tied into a sleek ponytail, was now dusty and slightly damp from sweat.
The smooth look had been ruined by the run through the dark area.
Dust clung to the strands, and there were even small dust particles near her ears and along her hairline.
Angel looked like someone who had gone through a lot, but she still looked composed.