Meanwhile, in front of a personal room.  Mayenis room, apparently.<br/>She turned to the service droid, thanking it, then voicing out a strange demand.<br/>"Is it possible to leave... the door at least half open?" she frowned at her own, anxious, behaviour, but it seemed right to request this. For whatever reason she wanted. Shrugging her shoulders at herself, she suppressed the giddyness and her excitement and pushed the door open, inhaling nervously.<br/><br/>What greeted her was one part scary, two parts familiar and two parts unfamiliar.<br/>Her room was not white, at least. Also not overly simplistic or overly decorated. Large enough to have space for different parts and not feel stifled. She was very relieved upon noticing this. Observing herself, she seemed to be a little averse to the color white and small rooms.<br/>Luckily, it was separated in wide segments, not having doors inbetween, besides the bathroom door. There seemed to be the Sleeping partition, with a bed, cupboards and dressing room, as well as something like a meeting or recreation room part with lots of books and also an art kit with pictures ,as well as something that looked like a wood crafting table.<br/>All the room parts were in wood and pastel colors, with mostly wooden furniture - which positively surprised her -<br/>and the smell of unused wood, as if this furniture had either been preserved in a vacuum, or had been made only recently.<br/>She frowned - apparently it was impossible to decide what was true, what belonged to her for real and what was provided by the AI.<br/>Going further in, the room was simply designed, a few wooden vitrines with glass doors, filled with books - not bookshelves, she nodded to this approvingly, for some reason. A rounded, extendable table with a few wooden chairs with some dark blue cushions. Everything of this was made of a type of dark wood she was both familiar and unfamiliar with.<br/>Its smell and presence turned her eyes even redder than they were for a moment, before she composed herself, breathing in and out slowly.<br/>Walking towards the bedding partition, she opened the closet, raising her brows at the clothes inside. They were mostly practical, uniform, of dark brown, dark red, dark blue, dark green or black tones. Some resembled military style, while other were more formal. A few pastel colors here and there, but separately in a small cupboard. There was also a package, untouched. As she ripped it open, it contained a pastel-white, flowing dress, apparently tailored for her figure.<br/>But why did she have the feeling that it was not her own?<br/>Shuddering, she folded the dress and put it back.<br/>Interestingly, as she dug deeper, she also found more brighter clothes amongst her wardrobe, but besides some socks, never white clothes, not even formal shirts.<br/>She seemed irritated by white things for some reason, and she instinctively knew that it was not her own hair or skin that she detested.<br/>Putting everything but some clothes back, and exploring further, she discovered a few personal things like a chess board in the vitrines, as well as some paintings of nature and one of a person.<br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>Picture | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/E8n1CSp.png">[ img ]</a></dd></dl><br/>She could not connect this painting to herself, even though it could have been her. The<span style="font-style: italic">dreamy expression</span>the person in the picture had, was definitely not<span style="font-style: italic"> her</span>expression, even though the features were almost identical.  She put the picture back, shaking her head. Why did it feel as if she did not draw this<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>it was not her in the picture?<br/><br/>Sighing, she put it back, and turned it around, feeling disturbed.<br/>Then, she also discovered a small box with an animal tooth necklace as well as a wooden comb, and a few other trinkets.<br/>These should have been her personal belongings she did not want to get rid off.<br/>What made her frown was a barely recognizable bullet case and a military tag. She felt they did not belong to her, but depending on the clothes she wore, they should belong to her.<br/>The emptiness in her head had no answer for this.<br/><br/>Putting everything back, save her chessboard, that she left on the table, she entered the bathroom, and had a good shower.<br/>Initially, she would have preferred to use the bathtub, however she knew that it would only make her more tired than she already was -<br/>The discoveries of the room pressed deeply on her empty mind, making her thoughtful.<br/>A good scrub of the head and body would make her not only feel cleaner, but speed up her thoughts and 'clean' them as well, removing the unneccessary worries and doubts.<br/>Should she ever regain her memories - which she somehow wanted to, even though it may be futile - she would deal with that later.<br/>Right now there were different things she had to focus on.<br/><br/>Looking in the mirror, again, she saw that familiar face. Sighing, she braided her hair, took out a pair of scissors from a cupboard, and cut off a half of it, so that her white hair would be half as long as before, just falling on her back, over her shoulders.<br/>Making some adjustments, it felt normal to style and cut her own hair.<br/>With a few quick cuts, it had medium length on her back, while a few shorter strands on the sides.<br/>Binding her hair up in a high tail behind her, while leaving these strands open, she felt more confident.<br/>As if this was her ritual before a ... she had to smirk at that word -<span style="font-style: italic"> mission.</span><br/>Donning the necklace with a single tooth, a grey tank top, and a black leather jacket as well as black combat pants, this contrast between dark and bright hair somehow made her feel more confident.<br/><br/>She lacked something...sighing, she realized that it must have been a weapon. While her memories were empty,<br/>she had unconscously prepared herself for the worst. She grabbed in her pockets and found two combat leather gloves.<br/><br/>Sighing and shaking her head, she put them back in her jacket, and switched her whole outfit for a more casual one, without extra paddings and hidden metal plates...<br/><br/>A while later, she was just sporting a normal black jeans and a dark blue and dark red lumberjack shirt above her tank top.<br/>It was still comfortable and more casual, while not freaking out others.<br/>Shrugging her shoulders, she noticed the service droid putting out a tea set on the table. Smelling the green tea, she raised her brows.<br/>Feeling a little irked from being monitored, but also a bit grateful, she said nothing but some words of thanks, and took a sip from the cup, enjoying the aroma. As if it was a natural thing to do, while thinking, she set up a chessboard, and started playing against herself in silence.<br/>The door was still half open - a strangely inviting gesture for visitors to come..