Sarah wasn’t in much of a rush. She practiced walking in a little circle on the rubber floor, falling over more than once as she adjusted to the strange body. But in here there was no one to laugh at her, so no rush to get it done any quicker. She found she was drying naturally, so much so that by the time she finally picked up the towel, she didn’t have much to do with it. She wanted to brush her frizzy hair, which had fluffed up around her head like a weird lion’s mane, but there were no tools present for that.