Re: [Mission 19.3]
Power Armor Bay
"Great," Sienna replied as she reached up to unseal her helmet. She felt her ears pop a little as the slight difference in pressure equalized with a hiss. Lifting the helmet off, she shook her head roughly and ran one of her gloved hands through her shortish hair, further surprised to find that she hadn't sweated inside the suit nearly as much as she had expected. She was so accustomed to welding masks and similar gear in a much cruder working environment than this.
With a long, comfortable sigh, she glanced at Natsumi but quickly averted her eyes upon seeing her naked. Sheesh, not much modesty around here, she thought once more, still adjusting to how little shame Nekos possessed. "I'll just leave this here and change," she continued. "Back in a bit." She set the helmet down on one of the benches, and headed back towards her cabin.
Cabin 6
Her head still slightly spinning from launching herself haphazardly through the zero-G passageway and very nearly overshooting her target, missing knocking her face against the wall by inches, Sienna opened the door to her cabin and stepped inside. The sight of the functional but inviting-looking cabin furnishings made her feel warm inside, almost moved. After years spent sleeping on grungy mattresses and cold alley surfaces, she still felt like she was dreaming. The memory of the night she'd spent here cuddled up in that soft mattress and clean, crisp sheets and blankets was very fresh on her mind, and even though she was starving and not yet sleepy, she was almost anxious to strip down and crawl into that heavenly bunk once again.
As she closed the door and began to extract herself from the AMES, she caught a glimpse of some unfamiliar effects lying neatly on an open military-style duffel bag. Instinctively she glanced back at the bottom bunk; her belongings were still there in the messy pile she'd left them. "Huh," she muttered quietly to herself, resuming the task of removing her suit. "They musta given me a roommate." She hoped they wouldn't kick her out of the cabin and make her sleep on a floor someplace, but given her accommodations so far aboard this ship, she couldn't imagine that would be so bad either.
The cool air on her bare skin gave her goosebumps immediately. Once again she found herself amazed at how remarkably clean she was; the suit had done a fabulous job of keeping itself at a comfortable temperature. There was hardly a drop of sweat or grime on her body, and a shower wasn't necessary. Still, however, she figured she'd try to steal one later that evening anyway, once she'd gotten a meal in her belly. The sensation of her only other shower aboard the ship had been so wonderful before.
Wasting no time, she dropped the suit in a heap on the floor and moved over to her bunk in her skivvies and socks, and snatched up her tank top, pulling it over her head and sliding it over her torso. Then she stepped into her dark cargo pants, wiggling her legs and hips into them. With a satisfied smile she buttoned them over her shirttail and encircled her waist with her belt. The AMES was an amazing piece of equipment, and she'd kind of enjoyed the chance to wear it, but it felt great to be looking like herself again.
She sat on the edge of the bed and started pulling her boots onto her feet.