Jal slipped into the showers silently, bare feet barely making a sound against the damp tiling as she walked to the farthest Stall, hanging a dry towel on a peg set onto the wall, and deftly hopping back and avoiding the worst of the blast of cold water still in the pipes before the hopefully-repaired heater actually worked, though she held little hope of that, considering she hadn't heard of anyone actually repairing it.<br/><br/>Testing the water after a few moments, she found it pleasantly warm, and slipped into the Stall, letting the water pelt her and strip off the dust and grime of her earlier work, as she considered what Brixin had threatened. Finally, after a long moment, she simply shrugged, and made a mental note to not be around her, simply because she acted a lot like a classic manager in a retail job she had once held; namely, the classic 'Do it My way, regardless of the consequences' type of person.<br/><br/>Jal stayed in the shower for only a few minutes more, the water beginning to chill again as time went by, then spent several minutes longer than regulation to dry off and feel better, especially after wringing most of the water-weight out of her hair. Her jumpsuit, thankfully, was even easier to clean, Just requiring a quick blast of hot air to catalyze the integrated self-repair nanofibres that were woven into every suit of the same type, and, within thirty seconds the suit was practically pristine.<br/><br/>Pulling herself back into the clingy suit, She walked out of the Showers, and, instead of heading for the lift, she decided to look around, familiarizing herself with the layout of the upper level of the base, and, occasionally, looking out at the snow that coated the ground in a thick blanket, having erased the evidence of battle overnight.