Alisa didn't really like wearing the same outfit over and over, especially after spending the better part of an afternoon sweating in it. Though her training session with the children lasted no longer than two hours, and that mini marathon she ran to help warm them up paled in comparison to her usual regimen, it still more than sufficed to work up a fairly decent sweat, and to prompt Alisa to go back to the hotel for her second shower of the day.
This time around, Alisa pampered herself with a long, hot water shower, rinsing off all the sweat, grime and exhaustion as it trickled down her skin; and there she stood for the better part of an hour, pondering on whatever thoughts crossed her mind, like stray fallen leaves blown across the street with the autumn winds... Nothing especially interesting at any particular time, worth remembering after she finally closed the tap and stepped out, wrapping a towel around her bare, curvaceous form. As water dripped copiously off her hair, down her body and onto the rug, she ran a single demisting hand across the bathroom mirror, enough to gaze at her reflexion as she dried and combed her hair into place. Thankful this hotel had a laundry service, she'd left her armor there and returned it to her room when completed.
Thus when she arrived, she found a hanger with her outfit already resting on the doorknob; a waitress had already come by to drop it though. As she looked into the eyes of the outfit called Junketsu, Alisa couldn't help but wonder how it might feel about laundry... Would it feel as pleasurable as Alisa's showers, or as mortifying as a journey through hell? Probably neither considering it was now dormant.
With her outfit on and her sword to her hip, the sculptress looked ready for action once more, ready for anything should Grimoire Heart decide to attack when she was busy doing D-rank missions. This time, she didn't even meet the client first, as it seemed Clients in Crocus had little interest in debriefing mages for jobs as simple as this. The request provided all the needed descriptions, any more than that they'd have to figure it out, and meet the client with the results afterwards. This particular request described a runic inscription which the client wanted decyphered: a fair bit of work estimated to last roughly a whole afternoon. No way it could take that long right? After all, Alisa saw no more than five symbols!
Of course, she wouldn't get off that easily... Before actually getting to the translation, Alisa first had to find the sole reliable dictionary of an ancient, scarcely used runic language. Even in the monumental Libary of Crocus, this took a while:
"Hmmm... Valan Runic language, Valan Runic languaaaage...", Alisa mumbled to herself, voice trailing off, rubbing her chin while her idle hand fluttered across the covers of all the dusty old tomes she passed by, reading their titles just enough to verify that wasn't the book she was looking for.