It was a few long moments before Becca could regain her composure. She still felt the urge to cry but it seemed that she had run out of tears. She struggled to her feet and peeled off her shirt. She grimaced at how soiled and stained it was; stained with Jynx's blood. She cast it aside and wandered through the suite while kicking off her boots, undoing her belt and shimmying out of her pants. She looked longingly at the bed before moving into the bathroom and turning on the shower. She turned the water on hot, the previous need for a cold shower having completely evaporated. She let out a soft self-mocking laugh. It did not even seem that those thoughts happened today so distant were they from her current mood. Stripping off the last of her undergarments and untying her hair, she stepped under the spray of water.<br/><br/>She pointedly ignored that it was uncomfortably hot while it splashed down onto her head, soaking her hair and plastering it to her neck shoulders and cheeks. The feeling of the too hot water was still comforting. The heat melted the tension out of her shoulders and back. For a long time she just let the water wash over her, hoping that it would take the day's troubles with the dirt and grime. It worked to an extent and the water temperature had gone down a little by the time she actively started to wash herself. She had always prized being clean and now was no different. By the time she stepped from the shower and began drying herself she was able to manage a half-sincere smile. Walking out to the main room again, wrapped only in a towel and with her hair still dripping she spied the blood stained shirt.<br/><br/>A frown creased her face and her thoughts immediately turned to Jynx again. She tried to imagine what the girl's life to this point had been like. Then she thought of her own life, growing up safe and taken care of. She always had food and water. Even after the raid that had taken her family from her she had practically stumbled into a surrogate family almost immediately. Again it struck her how one or two events different for either of them and the roles could very easily have been reversed. She had to talk to Jynx and explain herself. She had to apologize. Even if nothing came of it, she should still apologize. First she really needed a drink, and then she had a meeting with Fanya later. She was not sure that she was looking forward to that, but she had said that she would, so she would.<br/><br/>Digging through her pack, she pulled out a spare change of clothing and dressed. The pants were nowhere near as tight at her previous ones but the top was more form fitting and clung to her chest and narrow waist nicely. She put her boots back on and grabbed her room key and some caps. She did not even bother with her hair, letting it hang loose. Exiting her room, she headed to the elevator with her sights set on the bar. Whiskey and Nuka-Cola; the thought made her sigh softly. A few of those and all would be almost right with the world again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>