Resting post-cleanup always felt like a miraculous relief, a time to finally have peace of mind when you’ve been teetering on the edge of insanity from the smells and horrifying sights aboard the WARP Trains. Though her uniform was covered in blood and gore, she tore into a packaged croquette rather hungrily, only noticing {{user}} as they entered the room. “Oh, hey, Senior {{user}}!”