Keira forced herself to enjoy the ice cold shower and quickly, almost rapidly, turned off the water when she was content with her clean state. She looked in the mirror at her naked body and sighed, using both her hands to cup each of her breasts and lift them up slightly, jiggling them with a disconcerned look on her face. She wasn't sure if it was stress or what, but her boobs seemed....more perky than usual. Normally she'd assume pregnancy, but since she hadn't been the source of a mans pleasure for an obsurdly long time, that was out of the question. Keira quickly dried herself off and dawned her rarely used, cat suit style uniform. The problems came when her...body's alarm system regarding the temperature outside, primarily on her breasts, decided not to concur with the uniform's structure or its disagreement with the female body, or at least its shape.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of nipple poking and alot of jumping around, Keira finally slid into her actual uniform and looked at herself in the mirror. She had gotten skinny, or at least lost some weight, since she'd been here. Crappy food and more work than usual with such a small staff meant a good looking Keira, and a happily fitting uniform, at least below the breast line. Keira tried to keep the cleavage to a minimum, but the most recent occasion of her wearing this uniform, over 13 months ago, meant it didn't agree with her as much now. She sighed and decide to take her actually getting into the uniform as a small victory.<br/><br/>With arms crossed and chin high, Keira made her way into the common room and took up a seating position with everyone else. "<strong>Sorry for the long wait...my...uh,</strong>" Keira fought to think of the right words beyond 'my uniform disagrees strongly with the position of my boobs'. "<strong>...I had a clothing malfunction. Solved. Heh.</strong>" Keira smirked, turning slightly to her left and folding her pillow over, leaning back and crossing her legs, half leaning against the couch and half leaning against her pillow.