The walk to her room was very short; it was just across the hall and Mai wasn't sure how she felt sleeping so close to the white room. Her worries faded however when Kasarov opened the door to her room. The space was twice as big as her room at home, and everything looked lush and expensive and inviting. Just looking at the bed reminded Mai of how actually exhausted she was. However, there were a lot of things she had to address and she needed to clean herself off. She let Kasarov show her how the shower worked, and once he left, she didn't hesitate to quickly strip of the hospital gown and step into the boiling water. The steam seared her skin, but she let out a massive sigh of relief. How long had it been since she had a warm shower? Hell, how long had it been since she had a<em> hot </em>shower? Maybe she never had. After several minutes of just standing in the heat, Mai started experimenting with the panel on the wall that controlled the water pressure and the temperature. There were buttons for different soaps, and shampoos, and conditioners. Mai selected anything with a citrus scent, and used the collection to clean herself off. Nozzles slide out of the wall, and dispensed the soaps into her hands as she needed then. The scent of oranges and lemons was overwhelming in the bathroom, but Mai loved citrus fruits. She had only had a lemon scented candle once after she was returned home, and it was one of the few things she had to calm her down, and she always wished for another.<br/><br/>It was a while before Mai even thought about leaving the shower. Maybe it was an hour, maybe two? When she went to turn off the still hot water, her fingers were pruned and her skin was red and soft. She pulled a warm, white towel off of the rack next to the shower, and used it to wrap herself in. Once she was dried off, she explored the bathroom. There was a massive mirror that took up most of one wall, with a counter underneath it was a sink and a collection of products for her hair and skin and face. She used a comb to brush out her long silver hair, and ran some mysterious product in it that promised to make it soft. Then, she found a sweet smelling lotion to soothe her skin from the burns she just gave herself from the water. Mai took a second to inspect all the bumps and bruises she had. A decent sized bruise blossomed across her cheek, right under her eye, from where she had hit it against the floor when she fell earlier. When she touched it, it was tender and reminded her that she wasn't here to be pampered. She was a prisoner.<br/><br/>Exiting the bathroom, she returned to bedroom. The far wall was lined with floor to ceiling windows and overlooked the city. The sun had set, so only the city lights lit the dark room until Mai turned some other lights on. She stepped over to the windows and looked out. They were up high, higher than most buildings, and she could see the slums in the far distances. Any lights that were on looked like pinpoints, like stars. She wondered for a moment of her parents were home and awake. She wondered if they knew what happened to her if they were mourning the loss of their daughter again, or if they were kept in the dark and only know that she wan't coming home. It made her angry, and sad again. She should ask Kasarov about them, but first she had to get dressed. Inside her closet were more clothes then she had ever owned. There were different fabrics, and colors. Some looked to be pajamas, while others were athletic clothes. There were even some fancy dresses, but she was sure she would never wear them, and she certainly wasn't going to play dress up with the make up that was sitting on the vanity just outside the closet door. Ignoring all the clothes, she chose the plainest gray shirt she could find, and put on a slimming pair of leggings before deciding she was decent enough to go out.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, it was easier to find her way around. After a few minutes, she found Kasarov sitting at a long black table in the dining room. Again, there were floor to ceiling windows, but these faced deeper into downtown. Knocking her knuckles against the wall, she announced her entrance, and walked the short distance to stand on the opposite end of the table. She didn't sit, and instead opted to lean her hip against the edge of the table. Before she said anything, she eyed the wine and glassware by him. She had never drank before, but she knew it would mess with her head if she did. Normally the idea scared her because she might lose control of her powers. At the moment, however, she didn't feel her powers. It was if she was normal, and didn't have some messed up ability. Mai wasn't sure if she liked that idea or not.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she finally met Kasarov's gaze. Her eyes narrowed a bit and she glared at him. "Cut to the chase, Kasarov," she started, crossing her arms. "At first I thought this was a normal arrest, but first you buy me food, then you give me a room with a shower, and now you're trying to wine and dine me." Mai had time to get her thoughts together while she was getting dressed, and now she was starting to question what was happening. If he wanted to actually arrest her, he would have locked her away and not give her a second glance. But now she calmed down, and nothing made sense to her. "What are you planning? And don't lie to me. Obviously you want something or less you wouldn't go through all this trouble."