Sue/Jynx grumbled, pawing around for... something. Her weapons were being de-rusted and cleaned with her other stuff. Despite being brutally capable when unarmed, she missed the blades.<br/><br/>She twisted slightly, kipping up and then twisting into a moonsault, springing from her bed. She was running on empty now, her head foggy from her restless sleep. Neither personality seemed fully in control... she was just a pink-haired zombie at the moment, shuffling barefoot out of her room. She was hungry. Sooo hungry.<br/><br/>The little skirt-and-corset number she had been strutting last night was now creased and crumpled from having been slept in, and her mohawk was an absolute mess of tangles and awkward curls, despite being asian. But the only thing that mattered now was her stomach, the hunger that echoed through her blood, through her bones. Through her soul. She needed to feed.<br/><br/>She found herself shuffling toward Fanya's office, nearly on pure instinct.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>