Milenya leaned heavily against the wall, shifting her towel to her right arm. The bruises from the combat, the fall, and the knocking about she'd taken on the crawler all visible.<br/><br/>She waited politely, and quietly, for a turn at the showers; there weren't that many shower heads available. She didn't deal well with groups, or hostility, but she needed to get clean.<br/><br/>At the moment, really, the throbbing in her head and the pulsing all along her bones were taking most of her attention.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>