Maryne finally got her hands on a new set of coveralls, after waiting patiently for the guards to notice her. She supposed it was a good thing they weren't paying much attention to her. Staying under the radar was exactly the kind of strategy she would need to stay alive and sane in this place. Unfortunately, she had to dress while they watched, and as she dropped her towel, she felt several pairs of eyes on her, drinking in every detail of her body. Ordinarily, she would've been flattered by the attention. In here, though, she just shuddered a bit and did her best to ignore it.