'A little bit of gun cleaning' is what most did compared to Bunny; she thoroughly cleaned EVERY one of her guns, even going so far as to break apart the magazines and clean the springs, followers, baseplate... had to get all of that saltwater out of here after all. Thankfully as everything she did was modeled on a tried-true Glock design, it was all easy, even the carbine with the tanker PDW stock. By the time all was said and done - and it wasn't really THAT long of a time - the guns were practically store-new, only showing the most minimal wear from age but otherwise practically perfect...<br/><br/>She loaded them up with ammo, and moved on to the rest of her gear. Bunny didn't like this part of jobs; cleanup sucked, whereas prep was focusing. That, and it involved a late-night order for someone to pick up her dress and second-skin for 'short order cleaning' she'd pick up first thing 'her' morning, drying out her chest rig/PC so it didn't mildew, cleaning her backpack's outside, and then cleaning her various holsters and other tactical gear...<br/><br/>By the time Bunny was done, she didn't have a whole lot of time left before she'd fall asleep... if she didn't have a sleep regulator. Instead, she'd rest and relax, read up on the ticker for her favorite firearms manufacturer, and schedule a 'fitting' with a friend of hers, whom happened to be a tailor whom she just KNEW would be able to fit her in with 'a friend'. Question would be if she could convince her to be a little... let's say charitable...<br/><br/>FInally, as the light was solidly over the horizon, she decided it was time for bed... and crawled in with Leon to cuddle.  And by cuddle, she meant that she was using his chest as a pillow and laying on top of him, clinging to him... only saddened by the lack of padding in his chesticles...