Bridget followed without any hesitation or consideration that by 'following' she was being considered lesser than she was. This WAS Satsuki's school after all. And as young as she was, the girl did remind Bridget of herself so very long ago. But at the same time, Bridget was inwardly reserved for the exact same reason. "Indeed, find someone you can trust without any doubt. It's impossible to keep secrets from the gifted for any length of time. They make good friends, or dreaded foes."

Ah, uniforms. Bridget is going to look the display over with a nostalgic smile. She'd been spared from wearing the standard issue even during her lower ranking days thankfully. Partially by talent, partially by rank, partially by gender. Still... It might be fun to try on a cute fuku in the absolute privacy of a cave bottom. "They're oddly cute... Is a student allowed to choose which one they prefer? I tend to wear skirts because it was indecent for a young noblewoman to wear pants in public while I was growing up, and it serves as both weapon and handicap now." And she looked like an idiot in pants after all this time, not that she'd admit that to Satsuki just yet. "But I know that not all young women would be comfortable kicking a man's jugular while wearing such a short skirt."