Cabin 6
Sienna finished gathering the last of her meager belongings into her backpack and closed the zipper, tossing it down onto the sloppily-made bed in which she'd slept during her time as a refugee aboard the warship. The backpack was significantly heavier and stuffed tighter than when she'd arrived, thanks to the shopping endeavours on Hanako's World as well as a few other odds and ends she'd picked up over the past year.
She hadn't said a word to anyone about her intentions, and because she'd made a point of avoiding contact with the crew altogether whenever it was the least bit possible, no one had asked her. She had spent her days mostly in her cabin while Chieko was out performing her regular duties, occupying herself with regimens of push-ups, situps, leg-lifts, lunges, and choreographed shadow boxing, and came up with as many excuses as she could to be wandering the emptier parts of the ship when privacy was not an option in her bunk. She always took her showers and visited the bathroom late at night or early in the morning, when it was the most likely that she would be alone. She had timed her visits to the wardroom so that she only sat down to eat when the rest of the crew was finished and had returned to their stations, and always made quick work of her meals. There had been a few times when the lounge was completely empty, so she had been able to hide out there for a few hours at a time, playing with the PHC that Sune had given her, but had always hurried out as soon as she heard someone approaching. No larger than the ship was, some social interactions were unavoidable, but she never allowed a conversation to last more than a few seconds before she excused herself, and was always agreeable and nonchalant so as not to provoke one of the nosier crew members into probing her.
Now that the ship had finally arrived at its next port, it was time to go. No doubt there was some sort of pow-wow ongoing in the wardroom before the crew debarked, so she needed to wait for a while for everyone to clear out. Opening the locker once more to check that she had not left anything, her reflection in the door mirror caught her eye, and she paused for a moment to gaze at the young woman looking back at her. She wasn't displeased with what she saw, in fact, it was somewhat amusing to her that as far as she could remember, she was wearing more or less the same outfit today that she had been wearing when the ship had plucked her from Urtullan; her thick, dark-green work pants laden with pockets everywhere, draped over her yet again recently cleaned work boots, and an earthtone tank top that clung tightly to her attractively fit torso and tucked beneath a black belt. She reached up and brushed a few strands of her short chestnut-colored hair off of her right eyebrow, and leaned towards the mirror. Her skin looked refreshed and vibrant despite a lifetime of labor, but she couldn't help noticing the distant, dead look in her greenish-brown eyes. She wanted to write it off as fatigue from the oppressive, claustrophobic feeling that the Eucharis had started to give her in recent months, thinking that getting away from the Yamataian military would be the best remedy, but she had to wonder. Even though the mirror reflected the same confident, self-reliant, and subtly attractive young woman she was used to seeing, the way her eyes lacked any luster or shine made her feel vacant, hollow.
Blinking hard, she shook her head and cleared her throat. I just need to get the hell out of here already, that's all it is, she thought, and reached inside the locker to retrieve the one remaining item inside -- her pistol and holster. The instant she pulled it from the shelf, she slammed the locker door and bent down to secure the holster to her right thigh, checking to see if the weapon was secure inside of it, and pocketed the spare clips in one of the leg pockets on her left. She then gave the holster a few jiggles to test its fit, then with a nod, she snagged the jacket she had left draped on the back of the chair, tossing it into the air in front of her and snatched it with a swipe of her other hand. Turning around, she walked back over to her bunk as she slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it over her shoulders, sitting down on the edge of the bed before she reclined back on her palms with a sigh. Hopefully everyone else was as eager to get off the ship as she was, and she wouldn't have to talk to anyone before she disappeared.