Showers
Sienna sighed in quiet relief as she cut the cascading, tepid water off, and stood there in the shower, leaning with her palms on the tiled wall in front of her as she closed her eyes again. It would take some time for her hangover to completely go away, but the shower had done her at least some good. If nothing else, at least she felt refreshed and clean, even if her head was still aching and her mouth tasted like old cotton, rust, and bile. She didn't move for a few minutes, simply standing there naked in the cool room and letting the remaining water run out of her hair and drip off of her chin and nose. She still had absolutely no desire to eat anything for the time being, but she had already deduced that mealtime was long since over anyhow. There was still no sign of the crew around the living areas, which suited her just fine as well; the last thing she wanted to do at that moment was get drawn into a conversation, or even a simple greeting. Her only companion was the echoing sounds of dripping water and the distant, dull thrum of the ship's engines. The near-silent solitude was more therapeutic than any amount of pain or nausea medication.
Standing there, she lost track of the minutes as they ticked by, even felt like she nodded off for a few seconds a couple of times just standing there. Finally she exhaled slowly and pulled the shower curtain aside, too concerned with concentrating on making slow, deliberate movements, as if her bones would shatter were she to jerk too quickly, to care whether or not anyone might be outside to see her in all of her unclothed glory. She gingerly squatted down and took the towel that was crumpled on the floor just outside of the shower threshold, dabbing it on her face and slicking her hair back with it before standing up again and continuing with mopping up the rest of the water droplets that stubbornly clung to her skin when the rest of it had dripped off or evaporated. Painstakingly she took a cautious step out of the shower as she wrapped the towel around her chest, shuffling over to the counter where she'd dropped her clothes and toiletries.
She took her time brushing her teeth, although no amount of brushing could quite get the taste of stale booze out of her mouth. She ran the faucet and caught some water in her cupped hand, taking a few small sips from her palm and waiting to make sure each drink stayed down before taking another. Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, she smirked and shook her head derisively at her flushed skin and the dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. "Sienna, you stupid bitch," she muttered, leaning on the counter. "We learn any lessons, hm?"
After staring at herself for another several minutes, she shook her head again and pushed back from the sink and picked up her undergarments and began to get dressed. Her bra proved taxing to put on as she feebly fumbled with the hooks, and she cursed herself for absently grabbing the pair of tight-fitting stonewash denim jeans she had bought on Hanako's World when she'd left her cabin. She was used to loose-fitting pants, and how Natsumi had talked her into purchasing a pair that made her feel like she'd need a bucket of grease and a shoehorn to squeeze into, she'd never know. After a good bit of struggling in her weakened state, she finally managed to wrestle them on, and while they were surprisingly comfortable once donned, they didn't leave much of her buttocks or thighs to the imagination. Had she felt more chipper, she may have elected to take them off in favor of her work pants, but after completing the agonizing task of putting them on, she didn't want to fool with doing the process in reverse, especially since moving around so much had caused a touch of her nausea to return.
She pulled the sleeveless green V-neck shirt over her head, rolling it down over her bust and tummy, then took the towel and dried her hair the best she could. Looking back in the mirror, she finger-brush edher hair into some semblance of order, then stepped into the gray slip-on shoes, another new article she'd been talked into buying. She felt differently about those, however - they were so much easier to put on and take off than her work boots, to say nothing of how much lighter and less cumbersome they were to walk in. And since she didn't expect to be doing anything too strenuous or work-intensive today, they would do just fine.
Gathering up her things, she rubbed her eyes and sauntered back out into the corridor to make her way back to her cabin. For a moment she contemplated lying down again, but maybe a short walk would do her some good, she reasoned. "Hey Charisma," she said quietly into the air. "Any chance of finding a cup of coffee or something?"
