Listening to Luke wretch was not the highlight of her night.  her clothes clinging to her with wet.  Her top is almost see-through at the breasts.  She looks about the room and finds nothing to wrap up in and warm herself.  She begins to wander the rooms.  Finding the odd sense that she knows this place only growing stronger.  She passes the bathroom.  There is steam from it.  Oh she was cold.  She opens the door and steps in.  She hears the water running but sees the screen up between the two spaces.  She remembers Gabriel saying he was headed for the showers.  She enters the back and settles into the water, fully clothed.  The hot water feeling so good as she continued to shiver.  Her teeth clattering.  She didn't even bother taking her boots off. Why should she?  They were soaked already anyways.  She had no change of clothes with her.<br/><br/>The thought of Miss Kit crosses her mind and her worry for her cat claim her over tired, overwhelmed senses and she begins to cry softly.  Her arms wrapped about her body.  She begins to imagine a pair of arms about her.  They would have been before, she senses.  That realization startles her and quiets her instantly.  Suddenly the bathroom felt too small.  She begins to climb from the tub, but wet boots are not always wise.  A loud splash with an indignant cry is easily heard by all around as she falls back into the water.