After the girls cleaned up by a nearby lake, Kurt stole clothes as they moved through the D-rank district.
He collected multiple shirts and pants. Then selected what looked like it would fit and handed the bundle to Mary and Sam without explanation.
If they wanted to keep their clothes safe, they shouldn't have left it hanging on ropes outside windows.
The girls ducked into an alley where Mary changed quickly, her movements stiff and pained, while Sam pulled on a loose shirt and shorts.
When Kurt reached for his trench coat, Sam wrapped it tighter around herself. "I'm keeping this," she said.
"I didn't need it anyway," Kurt shrugged.
The travel to the E-rank district took longer than Kurt expected. Mary could barely stay upright, leaning heavily on Sam, each step a visible effort.
By the time they reached the checkpoint, Kurt's head was starting to pound, exhaustion creeping in at the edges.
