Well, crisis avoided (dammit, now she couldn't even be mad at Janmorel!), the greater surprise was the inside of the place.  It was...<em>normal</em>.  She expected it to be sex-central inside, sexy uniforms, sluts abundant, peni and pussies as far as the eye could see... but no, not the case.  Well... hell, Doxi could handle a normal massage, she figured; was good to mix things up now and then.  So she stripped and - begrudgingly - handed her guns and gear over, and - not caring for a towel if offered - went in to her massage, requesting whoever had the strongest fingers to work at her muscles.  The weird scythe thing for a moment had her worried, but once the dirt and everything was off... bath time!<br/><br/>Her immediate choice was the large bath, sinking in the deep end, sighing, briefly submerging herself, and then walking her way down to the shallow end to have a sit and relax, sighing with her head against the tiles.<br/><br/>"Now isn't this nice?" she said, eyes closed as she (assumed) her friend and crewmate would be nearby "Muscles are relaxed... head is clear... wouldn't mind a nap now..."