Clare rubbed her chin, then shrugged and slipped her jacket off. "Just a moment," she said, pulling on a gun harness and strapping a pair of Desert Eagles into the holsters. Following this, she stuffed extra cartridges into her pockets and one in her bra, then tucked a Glock 17 into her waistband and strapped a boot knife to her leg. Then, she pulled her jacket on and placed more cartriges in the pockets, and taped extra magazines to her stomach. As a finishing touch, the wolf pulled out a single bullet and, after some effort, lodged it into her belly button, taping it there so it wouldn't fall out. Sighing, she looked over at Al, one eyebrow raised as she flashed him an smartass grin. "Like that?" she said. "Or should I lose the harness?"