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Dakota smiled while making a mental note to have someone go out and get clothing for a pre-teen girl. She was an extra small for sure, and if they needed to they could just buy a few sets in different sizes.

“You can follow me, alright?” The fingers of her left hand twitched as Dakota fought against the urge to reach out to take Rebecca’s hand. Even just offering it seemed like it would be crossing a line and she just nodded lightly. Taking care not to stride away too forcefully, the blue-haired girl turned slightly before starting to walk down the hall.

While some of the quarters were equipped with showers (mostly those for Commanders and Lieutenants), most Hunters had to use the communal ones. It wasn’t like they had to clean themselves daily like humans did, but after missions it was generally advised to wash the grime off. 

Heading to one of the smaller ones, Dakota made sure there were towels before pausing. “Ah– do you use shampoo or anything?” It wasn’t common at all, but considering her unorthodox build it might have been something she had grown used to.

Dulled, blue eyes blinked absently as she followed behind Dakota quietly, shoes tapping on the floor. She looked around, her eyes taking in the surroundings and logging them into memory.

When she got into the shower room, she looked around once more before looking up to softly answer her.

“…Not often, but yes.”

From the looks of her hair right now though, she definitely needed it. Mostly to get out whatever she missed while haphazardly chopping it all off, and to clean it thoroughly. A bit of sand drifted down from her hair as she pulled off her ripped, dirty clothes to put them to the side.

No joint lines like normal reploids, though her movement was a little stiff due to recent events. On the surface, she looked quite human, though her scans proved otherwise.

If Dakota had to run off and find shampoo, Rebecca would wait here for her to come back for as long as it took.