"<span style="font-style: italic">I'll</span>play nice," Santi said, rather unabashedly starting to claw her way out of the Vell robes as she headed for what she was pretty sure was the bathroom.  "Can't answer for<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>, though." A hand found its way through the tangle of cloth to point in Tim's direction.  "Do whatever you want with him.  I'm sure he'd let you."<br/><br/>Okay, so maybe that last comment hadn't been necessary, but she couldn't help it.<br/><br/>"But, yeah, I'm getting hungry," she agreed, finally digging her way out of the robes and tossing them to the ground without a care as to slobbishness or decency.  "Don't suppose I need to dig in the garbage today, though..." not that she usually did, anymore... usually her "job" on the streets paid for simple meals for herself and her friends.  Of course that life was probably behind her, now.  "I could... I'd definitely go for some kind of coffee though.  Food too.  Surprise me, I guess."<br/><br/>She was already headed into the bathroom.  She wasn't sure she would even bother to close the door at first, but she did finally.  She didn't lock it, though.  If for some reason they had to get to her quick she needed them able to do so.<br/><br/>What she wanted, though, more than to just wash up, was to be alone, even if for only a little while.  She had a bad feeling that she was going to be staring at herself in the mirror... and that she was going to start to cry.<br/><br/>So much had happened.