The night had been a long one, but not in a bad way.

Aitana had felt strangely invigorated over the past couple of days, and that extra enthusiasm had spilled over into her evening hobbies. As soon as the sun had set Juno was pounding the street, aggressively seeking out something to play with. She didn't have time for boring and uneventful patrols, and luckily the night had not disappointed.

The water coming from the shower head was hot as it poured over her bronzed skin, steam slowly swirling around her and filling the tiny bathroom. Her eyes traveled after her hands as they slide down her body searching for the scratches that the first youma had left on her. They weren't terrible, a few shallow scratches along the outside of her thigh and the speckled blood of a skinned knee all of which had already dried and scabbed over as the night went on. Now she rubbed at them gently, watching as the water melted the dried blood away, until a small trickle of fresh blood began to stream down her leg. Eventually the red water running down her leg would fade to pink, and then eventually clear once more.

In the mean time her hands had traveled back up, pressing tenderly against her side and torso. It was going to be sore, that she was sure of. But whether it was simply aching muscle or whether a bruise would form in the next day or two the Brazilian was uncertain. The railing that dark senshi had pushed her into had really hurt, but in the end she'd won so it hardly mattered. Though she hadn't been able to kill the senshi like she'd dusted the youma earlier, Juno had at the very least left an impression.

Really Aitana was lucky for her darker toned complexion, for it hid some of the more subtle injuries she often found herself littered in. Not that it mattered, the guys at work had already concocted the story that she was a MMA fighter by night, and it was a story she'd never fought against, simply smirking and offering them a shrug whenever they asked. Technically their thoughts were true, it was simply that her opponents weren't some other athlete playing a game. Bruises were easy to explain away. It was the cuts that were more troublesome.

Wounds inspected, Aitana's posture loosened as she bent her knees just enough to let the water cascade over her head, a contented sigh escaping her. Beyond simply ridding her body of sweat and dirt, the warm water felt amazing against sore and aching muscles. She lingered for a long while just enjoying the heat, her thoughts wandering, before she finally hunted out the soap. And as she lathered and covered in body in a film of ivory bubbles her mind wandered away from her activities of the night.

She wondered what she would be doing at work in the morning, having finished with the roofing of the building they were working on the day before. Probably interior work, which was sometimes boring, but would probably be a good thing for her side.

As her stomach grumbled her mind shifted towards food wondering what things she had hiding in her small fridge. She was hungry enough that it wouldn't really matter what was there. As long as it wasn't to the point of throwing out she'd brave whatever was in there, maybe even listen to the tv for a few minutes while she ate and settled in for bed.

Fingers rubbing and brushing away the last bits of soap clinging to some of her more delicate parts, her mind turned to one more topic as a wry smirk settled onto her face. If asked to say it out loud she might not have been able to, still fairly traumatized by the particular word. But like it or not Rob/Puck was the closest thing the Brazilian had to a friend. She enjoyed his presence, looked forward to their plans to patrol in a couple of days, and obviously he popped up in her head from time to time. All tell tale signs. But just because he was a friend didn't mean she couldn't objectify him a little bit too from time to time in the privacy of her own mind. He was attractive visibly (she had noticed despite how oblivious she often seemed) and in particular his lips and all those sly grins and mischevious smirks struck a chord in her. It was all harmless though.

With the heat beginning to fade from the water Aitana reached to turn it off, yawning as she took a towel half assedly to her body. Leaving the shower she felt better than when she had entered. Now all that was left was some food and bed before the sun rose once more, the world ever turning.