Cabin 6
Sienna's mouth gaped wide open in a vocal yawn as she swung her bare feet down to the floor after Chieko had left, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to coax her eyes to open. The cool air on her bare legs and arms helped wake her up a bit, but it was still difficult to make herself stand rather than bundle back up in the sheets.
She squeezed her eyes closed tighter once, then finally got them open. Reaching above her head, she grabbed the edge of the underside of the bunk above her and arched her back, slowly stretching out and getting her blood moving. She wasn't hungry yet, but she figured if she didn't want to wait until lunchtime, she should probably get going before breakfast was gone.
Wiping her face from brow to chin with the palm of her hand, she licked her lips and stood up, tugging the tail of the small white T-shirt she had slept in that barely covered her navel. Her cotton shorts had ridden up to an uncomfortable place in her sleep as well, she noticed. After she'd adjusted them as well, she bent down and placed her palms flat on the floor with her knees straight, stretching out her legs, bouncing softly until finally coming to rest when she was almost completely doubled over at the waist.
Rising back to her full height, she did a few trunk twists and cracked her neck with a grimace. Her tight muscles and inability to rouse herself quickly concerned her. She was starting to feel her lack of physical work since she'd come aboard the Eucharis, and she had been far too lax about her usual morning regimen of situps, pushups, and planking. Perhaps, she reasoned, she should stop lazing about like she had been and take some of this quiet time to regain her discipline about staying in good condition. Things were good now, but if experience had taught her anything, was that nothing ever stayed the same, and misfortune didn't wait for her to be ready for it.
Wardroom, some time later
The hot shower had done its job in making her fully awake and alert, and once more she revelled in being clean and put-together. She'd even taken a few minutes to brush her hair and arrange it the way she liked it. Obviously, she had no uniform like the rest of the crew, but with the few clothes she did own, she may as well have had one of her own as she'd worn the same two outfits pretty much day in and day out. She'd used the laundry facility more often than anyone else aboard, she was sure, and she was surprised that no one had said anything about it to her so far. Today, again, it was her snug dark green tank top tucked beneath her belted black utility pants as usual, topped off with the only pair of boots she possessed.
Entering the wardroom, she surveyed who was present, not bothering to greet anyone, content with no one ackowledging her presence. She hadn't gotten more than a few steps towards the breakfast bar, however, when the shining gem visible through the vieport in the ceiling caught her eye.
Unable to hide her awe, she slowed to a stop in the middle of the room as her jaw went slack and her mouth dropped open at the sight of the dazzling blue and green jewel suspended in the velvety blackness of space. She'd never seen a planet so beautiful in her life, and could only stare in wonder.
