Creature Feature
Hyperspace, enroute to Covenant Territory
Some things were easier to wash off than others were. Blood came off of unmarred skin with nothing much needed beyond hot water and a bit of scrubbing. It stuck to hair a bit more stubbornly, but ultimately a bit of soap did the trick. The feel of old skin along the outside of yourself was a bit harder to banish. New skin even harder.
"Gross," Milla muttered to herself as she dried off her hair. "Honestly disgusting."
Her voice was just audible through the door to the refresher, though what, exactly, she was referring to was less clear.
The series of events that had led her to hurtling through hyperspace with a stranger had been violent, messy, and well, strange. By and large, Milla had enjoyed most of it. Did she ever want to talk to anyone about it again? Absolutely not. Hot irons couldn't get it out of her. But in the times to come, she'd occasionally look back on the previous 24 hours with something akin to nostalgia, a weight lifted, a chain freed, a very several dead bodies. Good times.
Messy, however, and Milla made a face, scrubbing the rest of the gore out of her hair.
Not long after the sound of the water had faded, she came padding out of the refresher.
Mercy
had said her clothes needed to be cleaned, which had been an understatement, so the scrawny figure was draped in a bit of loaner wear, comically large and hanging down below her knees despite being a perfectly typical for Mercy sized shirt. Dark hair, wet and stringy, hung limply to her shoulders, making her skin appear paler than it already was. Bare feet padded along the cold metal, and Milla was overly aware of miniscule bits of grit that hadn't yet been swept up by the mouse droid she'd startled a little earlier, and she vaguely resented it for not doing a better job.Head cocking, she followed the sounds of humming through to the cockpit. She squinted at the viewscreen, the steaking of hyperspace uncomfortable on her eyes as she paused, just behind Mercy's shoulder.
"What is that?" With the same tone someone would use to query about a dead insect found unexpectedly in the bottom of a caf mug.
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