<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In the staff kitchen of 4855 Pinetree<br/>Very relaxed and mellow</strong><br/><br/>Boneless bliss had given way to more vulgar needs of the body.  Susan had very carefully disentangled herself from Linda, the fighter may have half awakened, but didn't protest as the medic slid out of bed and dressed quietly.<br/><br/>Finding a bathroom was easy, the kitchen not much harder.  She stayed out of the way, a barstool by a  window, idly sipping coffee, nibbling on a bean and cheese burrito, humming quietly to herself.<br/><br/>Clowns, the large yard was infested with the things.  "God I hate clowns."  A happy mutter, she was in far too good a mood to be annoyed with anybody.  She made sure she wasn't blocking the workers view of the lawn party, but watched the activity with a sense of peace, for a change.<br/>