Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

July 21, 827 A.S.

Her eyes followed Damian's hand to the door in the back of the room. She nodded slowly and, although only shakily, managed to get to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she shambled over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It wasn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but a sink and mirror was all Olivia needed for the purpose of cleaning the blood and grime off her face, neck, and hands. The cold water was invigorating, giving her exhausted circulation a much needed kick start.

She glanced up at the mirror. She really looked like shit. Red water ran off her wetted face, her long, brown hair was matted with blood, her throat bruised from her near-suffocation. She sighed and splashed more water in her face. Through the door, she could hear her rescuer rummaging through his belongings, likely looking for spare clothes for her to don instead of the torn and soiled suit that clung to her battered body.

Her mind finally clearing up, Olivia took the opportunity to give her situation some proper thought. The job had technically been a success. Perno was dead and she had the footage. All that she still needed to do was deliver it to Pedro. Problem was, she had caused a far greater scene than planned, and station security was sure to be on the lookout for her. In fact, she wasn't sure why a security detail hadn't already kicked in the door to Damian's quarters. There had been plenty of witnesses to the double murder he had committed.

Sighing, she chose not to think too hard on it. She would take things one step at a time for now and trust her new ally to handle the details.

Her face and hands more or less cleaned and her hair tied up in a tight bun so as to obscure its less than pretty condition, she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Found anything for me?" She asked as she glanced over at Damian.

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Olivia Sable