�� More Than Was Asked �� -- Ven'Dala Barracks

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Date Posted: 11:48:58 03/23/02 Sat
Author: Makare
Subject: �� More Than Was Asked ��

(OOC: "She's being too nice and polite, is she hiding something from us?" -Stifles giggles- Geez, Joel, how sweet! LOL... C'mon! She's not that bad!)

�� Before the doors to the bathroom are completely closed Lique's spoken thoughts are caught, a fleeting smile, wry in nature, flickering across crimson labrums. ��

What a wonderful opinion that little robot has of me. I take the trouble to actually be nice to him, and what does he do? He goes and suggests that I might be hiding something. Now that is gratitude for you.

�� She speaks her fairly amused words out-loud as she moves across the large bathroom, for knowing that there was no one around to hear them. In truth, she was not bothered by Lique�s thoughts of her. She could care less what a robot �or anyone, for that matter� thought of her. But she could not help but find his conclusion somewhat amusing. He had not even considered the fact that she was just too tired to bother with him. ��

�� Setting the garments that she held onto a nearby bench she wastes no time in ransacking the closets, soon finding herself a towel, soap and shampoo. Tossing the towel onto the bench with the clothes places the other items in the nearest shower, turning the water on full blast. Stripping out of the green uniform she eyes the soiled garment with distaste. It had been days since she had had a good shower and the suit desperately needed good washing. Dropping the uniform onto another bench she steps into the shower, begining the task of scrubbing the layer of dirt from her skin which had gathered. Accomplishing this after some time she then grabs the shampoo bottle, pouring some of the honey colored liquid into her palm and working it throw pale, short locks. Then throughly rinsing her hair she cuts the water off, stepping out of the shower and over to the bench. Grabbing the towel she hurriedly dries off, then twists it around her head, planning on dealing with her hair a bit later. Her attention now turns to the recently acquired garments. Black leather trousers, a short sleeve, plain white shirt, and a black jacket. Slipping these on she then grabs her boots and pulls them on as well. Grabbing her uniform she glances about briefly before stepping out of the bathroom and back into her own room. Dumping the garment into a corner of the room to be dealt with at another time she now focuses her attention on her hair, taking it out of the towel and rubbing the excess water from it, tossing the towel then with her uniform and searching through the cupboard for a hairbrush. Finding one she runs it quickly through blonde tresses, smoothing them down, then placing the brush back in the cupboard. ��

�� The announcement draws her attention away from current tasks momentarily; the voice over the loudspeaker soon reconized, but no reaction given. Deciding it best to attend she nods to herself, quickly finishing up last details. ��

�� Slender digits wrap about handle of trusty dagger, slipping it into secrecy of boot. Pistol is tucked securely into small of back, hidden by jacket, and phaser is returned to place at hip. Seeing no reason for anything more she turns on booted heel, striding smartly out of room and Barracks. ��

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