As Well Dressed As She Gets

Vasha Voss has never once dressed for the occasion, because as far as she's concerned every occasion is the same one: violence might happen (if she's lucky), and she intends to be ready for it. A fitted tank leaves her arms bare, old scars and hard muscle on full display without a flicker of self-consciousness, over tactical-adjacent pants that are more about being functional than being looked at. Her boots are built for movement and her blaster holster rides low on her belt. Nothing about the outfit is trying to make a point. It doesn't have to. Everyone in the room already knows exactly how close to a bloodthirsty outburst she is.