<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum Guest Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Stout Frock<br/><strong>Content: </strong>More fretting<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Corinne frowned at the orderly's departing back. She nodded as Aloisa spoke. "I agree. It much rather avoid bearing even a passing resemblance to a patient here. And if our friends are "patients", then they will be masked like all the others. It may be difficult to suss out our compatriots, if Doctor Heinfroth wishes their identities to remain secret."<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted over to the steaming tub, and she sighed. In spite of her distaste for this place, she had to admit the bath was inviting after their long ordeals. She realized that she hadn't had a proper warm bath since the sinking of the Charlotte. While her lab had always been a spartan affair, there were certain creature comforts of city living that she had evidently taken for granted.<br/><br/>At last she relented. "Still... might as well avail ourselves of civilized amenities while we can. Let's not sit and wait for the water to cool. If none of you are keen for a bath, then I'll happily take the first soak." Then, considering Aloisa's words (and perhaps goaded by a perverse voice at the back of her mind), added, "Of course, this might be a situation were modesty should be set aside in the name of safety. As Mlle Kriechjagd put it - we should not separate lightly." Her cheeks reddened slightly at that.