Rawlin splashed water on her face a time or two then turned off the faucet and dabbed her face dry with a towel. Realizing at that moment, as the cold air of the ship began to seep into her clothing, that she needed a change of clothes and a warm shower. Humming softly to herself an old lullaby she remembered her mother used to sing to her when she was little; she left the bathroom and walked over to the bed. Completely unaware of the stowaway hiding underneath her bed in her stolen airship.<br/><br/>Kicking off her boots, she left them lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. Grabbing the one other pair of clothes she had and removing her hair tie, she returned to the bathroom. Leaving the door open just a crack, she undressed and turned on the hot water. As the steam built up in the bathroom, she searched for shampoo, conditioner and some soap. Once she had found what she needed, Rawlin entered the shower.<br/><br/>Steam leaked into the bedroom from the crack that Rawlin had left. It took her a good ten minutes to wash up before she stepped out and wrapped the towel around herself. Wiping away the condensation on the bathroom mirror, she stared hard at her reflection for a minute, tsked, then stepped away from the mirror. Not bothering a second glance at herself. Shimmying into a pair of shorts that barely covered the tops of her thighs, she tied the cloth that had covered the sides and backs of her thighs around her hips just as she had before. Re-attaching the holster holding her colt handgun to the top of her thigh, she slid it around to the side where it would be easily hidden from view. Pulling on a tight, form fitting tank top, she then pulled on a brown, leather vest that fit quite snuggly around her chest and belly. Tightening the buckles on the front of the vest, she finally completed getting dressed by pulling her fiery red hair back in a ponytail, quite a few strands of her long, curly hair escaping in the front to frame the right side of her face.<br/><br/>Pushing the bathroom door open, a cloud of steam billowed out. Walking back over to the bed, Rawlin pulled her boots back on and began to head for the control room. Completely unaware of the presence of another human being on her ship, let alone hiding beneath her bed.