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Well ... you certainly won't if you keep standing around with your thumb up your ass, will you? Your eyes have adjusted enough to the darkness that you can see the former boar's head well enough in the light that filters in from the gaps under and around the door. You start towards the head, to remove the needles as quick as you can - only to stop yourself when it occurs to you that this could get messy. For a start, you haul open the hatch, which floods the Closet with stale and predictably foul-smelling air. Then you off-load everything you are carrying on to or next to the cart, then you strip down completely. You squat down to start work - only to abruptly switch to a kneeling position once you become self-conscious of you having your legs spread right at eye level for this dead thing. You start your work - which as you might have expected, proves to be harder than you hoped. These needles are either barbed, or anchored in some manner, and take a bit of effort to pull out - but at least so far, nothing has come forth from the head on the floor. The head on your shoulders, meanwhile, is doing its best to figure out ways to save time. And you might have one. You conducted your business at the Coaching House wearing the riding dress - or the riding habit, or the worn fraying piece, whatever in the Heights of Hell you want to call it. If you were to put that on now, you wouldn't have to put it on later when you went to pick up your coach and team - you would just need to knock-down the Clerking House wearing it, as well as move your hand-cart with it. That ... hmm. The attention that the riding dress attracts, especially at this hour, might not be worth the time saved. And you have never attempted to climb in it, which you might need to do at the Clerking House - and that is not considering that if anything were to happen to the dress, you would be hard pressed to repair it. Or if you were seen, you would definitely be remembered.
You suppose another option would be to put your domestic dress back on, and just wear that to the Clerking and the Coaching House. You will need to sell an explanation to the staff at the Coaching House, however - and you have to consider that you will be walking around with a cart, looking like a maid who had decided to arrange her own payroll. Just like on your jaunt over here, you'd be suspicious to the decent and a mark to the indecent. You could pull the false lining of the Spotted Cloak off, and reverse it - such a cloak would be suitable for both the knock-down and moving the cart through the Mount, but you would either have to change out of that to go to the Coaching House, or manage to pass yourself off as a hireling or man-servant of yourself ... which is rather difficult to do, when you aren't wearing a mask and your voice isn't muffled by wrapped gauze.
