"I look like a highlighter," she announced to no one in particular because, one, there was no one to announce it to, and two because anyone who happened to be around would roll their--his--Squall--Leon's eyes and say, "Stop worrying about it." It was good advice, to be sure, because there were bigger things to worry about than neon clothes, but still. Yuffie made funny faces at herself in the mirror. A highlighter was better than a member of a nudist colony. She scoffed at the thought of someone trying to stifle her new lifestyle (if she ever tried it out) but soon giggled. Today there were heartless to fight, munny to pilfer, and swordsmen to stalk. Yuffie paused, blinking at herself once more. Maybe she'd bring a little color to the dark alleys of Traverse Town.