Lucrezia smiled and got up. "Try to contain yourself. I have to live here, too," she stated with a laugh. She stretched, looked around, and sighed. "I'm going to find the washroom and get cleaned up," she announced. Supposing I can figure out how to work the plumbing.
After digging through her meager bag of posessions for a moment, she produced a lumpy, yellow bar of home made-looking soap and a large cotton shift.
"Good night, Wing Ting."
Exit stage left.
