You’ll try.

Sighing, glad to finally be alone and able to think, you wonder where you even are, but decide it’s best to worry after covering up your unmentionables.

You open up the package of clothes, also finding your dropped weapons from the breach sealing attempt. You put everything on, finish lacing up your boots, and turn to head outside, but as you open the door and are greeted with an entire crowd of people bowing and cheering for you… suddenly the mark on your hand pulses and seems to destroy everything your wearing, besides your weapons and new boots.