Hatsune slipped out of the tub when her skin started to prune; she didn't have any of her toiletries due to her captive status, but she wrapped a towel, it was more of a blanket really... around her body and padded towards the door. There were no noises outside of the bathroom, he must still be sleeping she assumed. Opening the door and peeking out she saw that he was gone. Maybe this was her moment to escape. Towel be damned. She stumbled towards the door, the knob wouldn't turn. She cursed softly and sat on the floor near the end of the bed.<br/><br/>The carpet was even softer and more comfortable to sit on than she thought. The night before she'd been so drained of energy and so out of it that she didn't remember much about the room. It was a beautiful room, no real feminine touches, but she hadn't expected to find many. Hatsune dimly wondered where her shoes were, she didn't remember where they were. She didn't have them with her the night before. She thought maybe they were somewhere in that room she'd been kept in. If that was the case they were probably dirty as anything and she was better off without them at the moment.<br/><br/>Her hair lay on her shoulders in a dripping mess, water droplets falling to the carpet, but her body was relatively dry. She wasn't sure when he'd be back, but she didn't want to be with her wet waist-long hair for too long. Thinking fast, she pulled some of the towel off her body and began squeezing her hair to rid it of the excess water. Because of the amount of hair she had she pulled more off herself until there was more towel on her head than her body. About three-quarters of it was being used on some part of her hair where the last quarter barely covered her body, but just enough that her dignity would remain. As she worked the strands, she resumed humming to herself.