Shula pulled the pillow over her head, groaning. "Right now?" she asked in much the same way a child would when being told they had to get up for school. She huffed, pulling the pillow off and squinting at the ceiling groggily. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes, her hair sticking up comically. God she needed a shower. A bath. A bucket of water. Anything at this point would be preferable. If there was one thing she missed about earth it was all of the nicer pluming and actually good water pressure. she stuffed her blanket back into her bag, rifling through it to get some decent clothes on. A dress was hardly a garment to fight in. She turned away from Faelan, getting dressed in her simple tunic and close fitting cloth pants. She pulled out a belt with a utility pocket and a small knife sheath, strapping it to her waist. Running her fingers through her hair to try and get it in some semblance of order she scoffed, going over to the dingy and broken mirror hanging above the equally shitty sink. Her hair was shoulder length now, golden strands framing her face and looking as wild as ever.<br/><br/>"I'm fuckin' tired of this." She growled, rifling through her bag again and procuring a dagger. She then proceeded to grab her hair, standing in front of the mirror. Using the dagger she winced as she brought the knife underneath her hair, slicing through it. It hurt a little and wasn't clean in the least but the immense relief she felt was worth it. It was longer in the front now and short in the back. The strands of hair seemed to flare up a bit more, no longer weighed down. She did her best cleaning up with the remaining few minutes she had to do so. It was messy but a bit endearing. She didn't have much time to do anything with it before the men were barging through the door and waving them to the arena. She walked next to Faelan, sheathing the dagger and cracking her knuckles and neck. They'd hardly even given her time to wake up.