MAethia walked her way to the elevator with a cheeky little smile on her face and a sway in her step as she made it to the elevator and turned on heel as the doors closed, separating the hold. As soon as the doors closed she let herself deflate, letting out all of the pent up stress from the mission and letting herself have a brief moment of vulnerability in her solitude. There wouldn’t really be time for it later, not with her plans with Darion and the maintenance she had to do on her armor and rifle tomorrow, she was fairly sure that … thing’s overhead blow had done something to her hardshell’s shoulder.<br/><br/>The elevator issues a soft ‘ding’ and the doors open and the Asari quickly finds her way to the armor and as carefully as she can, removes her sling and then her armor. The armor gets fitted piece by mismatched piece on a rack and her rifle is left on a bench for later. It was going to be a bitch to do all the necessary work one-armed but maybe someone would help her, hell maybe even Darion. With a sigh she heads off to the shower, luckily beating anyone else it seemed and quickly showers down and dries off before making headway to her room.<br/><br/>Once in her room she doesn’t relax however. It was time for yet another ‘chore’ though it was definitely just preparation for what she hoped would be a pleasurable evening. It was time to get dressed. The Asari chose a pair of somewhat loose secondhand Alliance fatigue pants and a black mesh  shirt that clung to her defined and feminine physique. Afterward she laced up her black boots and donned her little silver chain, making sure to tuck the ring on it in her shirt before heading out to the kitchenette area and taking a seat at a table, firmly planting her rear and throwing a leg up over the table as she relaxed, her injured arm feeling somewhat useless in its sling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>