Rin could barely walk straight by the time she reached the Women's showers. Physical exhaustion seemed to enjoy sneaking up on her, at least now that the emotional had been forced to the fore where she did not want it.

She pressed the palm of her hand against the cool tiled wall and slid her touch along it, guiding her to the shower stalls. She looked around the corner curiously.

Good, no one is here.

She slid her bloodied coat down and unbuttoned her vest, shirt, then trousers. It all was fairly messy but her vest and coat got the worst of it so as she slipped free of her clothes entirely they were separated into their own heap on the floor.

She was unarmed again, at least this time by choice. She still felt weak. Her hand was trembling uncontrollably as she reached to grasp the handle and turn it until a sharp blast of water was spraying down on her.

He was going to live. Maybe.
Does that mean I'm allowed to feel betrayed now?

She wasn't so certain. Her jaw set grimly as she stared down at her feet. Red was trickling down to mix with clear water as it rushed past. She could see it, she knew what it was from, but it still didn't seem to catch her attention. Her mind drifted elsewhere.

She wasn't allowed to feel anything, not yet, not until she was sure. So for now? She decided to feel nothing but the warm water flowing over her as she reached for the shampoo bottle.

Heh, my hair is filthy, so much filth pouring from it after all to create a colour. She closed her eyes and set about lathering up her hair as much as possible. Can't be so dirty, not with vacation coming up.

Oh, that's right. She had leave waiting for her, she cracked a slight smile. She had almost forgotten about that... she leaned back a bit to allow the shampoo to rinse from her hair before repeating the process with a happy thoughtful little hum. How exciting, able to go anywhere in the world. Any where at all...