The pink-haired freak just grunted in response, immediately stepping out when the doors open and heading to her room without a goodbye. Not that she hadn't listened to what Fanya had said, of course. She should try to talk to Becca... another time. Life was complex in the wasteland, especially with the NCR and the Legion at each other's throats. Maybe she would understand what growing up in West Vegas was like... though Jynx doubted it.<br/><br/>She threw her door open and locked it behind her, idly stripping off her filthy, blood-encrusted clothing and dropping it behind her in a trail of clothes as she explored. She took in the relative majesty of the room, and searched for a bathroom... and a laundry machine, if the room had one, which she doubted. Her outfit was in dire need of being cleaned, and she'd clean it in the shower if she had to.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>