"Might." Reyhan grunted in response as she headed towards the dresser and rummaged through it's various contents.  While the nice clothes were, well, nice, they just didn't quite feel right on her.  They made her think of the Rogue Trader's wealth and how the ill-gotten gains might have been acquired.  The woman shuddered pulled her dress out and tossed it atop the bed, closing the cabinets up with the heel of her boot.  She then gave a gentle nod towards the water closet.  "I'll be in, uh... There if you need me.  I'll only take a minute or two."  For the third time that day, she skipped into the bathroom, stripped down, and headed into the shower.  She might have been a little obsessive about being clean.<br/><br/>The dress that lay largely in a heap atop her bed was a great floor-length gown of black, crushed velvet. The central panel, cuff inserts, and hood lining were a truly eyecatching and elegant golden damask featuring the ever-present skull motif that seemed to decorate every surface in the Imperium.  It certainly looked and felt like it was expensive, mainly because it was;  Reyhan, despite all her protests, ended up being a little spoiled by Anastasia as they years grew on, and this was just one of the many tokens of such affection.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>