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It didn’t take too long for the requested change of clothing to be delivered, and Dakota found herself standing outside of the shower with the clothing held tightly against her chest. She felt more than a little awkward being there and was glad that no one seemed to be planning on heading out into this section of the base. She hadn’t been lying when she said this was a fairly unused area, and just hope it continued to be that way.

– Even though she had told Rebecca to take her time, though, she couldn’t help but notice that a… lot of time was passing.  

Five, ten, fifteen… twenty five… half an hour…

“Ah-” Dakota turned hesitantly, knuckles gently rapping against the door frame before she carefully cracked it. All she would be able to see from her vantage point was tiled walls and floor; the stalls were blocked off by a partition and each shower had its own divider as well. Still she hesitated going in, not wanting to intrude on Rebecca’s privacy.

“Are– Are you okay–?”

Rebecca rubbed at her eyes with her free hand when she heard Dakota again, softly speaking in response.

“I-I’m okay. I’m a-almost done.”

She rinsed off the rag under the water as well as herself, turning off the shower before peeking out. Then she pulled back the divider. She looked a lot like a drowned rat, but at the very least she was clean now.

Probably the least shocking thing now was that her hair was not ashy, but rather vibrant golden blonde. Her artificial skin was also quite thoroughly cleaned now. Rebecca quietly spoke again.

“I’m d-done. I’ll be a-another moment.”

She took one of the towels and bent over to wrap what was left of her hair in it when the strands obeyed gravity, twisting it and letting the end rest on her head. Then she wrapped the rest of herself in the larger one and looked kind of comical if it wasn’t for the serious situation.

She took a bit of time to dry her body off, probably dripping everywhere but it didn’t look like she cared much. The water would just dry after all, not a big deal.

It didn’t take long though, as her hair was already half dried by the time she was finished with herself and put the towels to the side, looking at the pile of ripped and filthy clothes. Then she went over to the door to speak to Dakota.

“Um… I-Is there anything I c-can wear? I d-don’t think mine are salvageable…”