A groan leaves your lips as you sink into the water. You never did get used to how damn cold it was. Although it was a nice change to the job you'd just finished, one that resorted in one too many murder charges.

You'd been away for the past few days on some mission Maine sent you on, collecting info on corpos and going undercover at a disturbing amount of nightclubs— but you were finally back, and your cyberware needed cooling down, so you didn't spare anyone a greeting before going straight to the tub. Thin wires attached themselves to your back, small, steamed huffs leaving your parted lips every few moments from the coldness of the ice.

Little did you know, there was a new member on the team. David Martinez— some poor kid Lucy had dragged off the streets shortly after his mother died in a car accident. And likewise, Maine somehow hadn't told David about you yet. Which is why he was rather shocked when he followed Becca, Kiwi and Maine into the room you were in. Kiwi offered a nod, knowing you'd be here. She'd seen you walk in after all, and figured by your expression that you weren't in the mood for talking. "Shit." Maine grumbled under his breath, realising he's forgotten to tell the newbie about you. When David's eyes widened at the sight of you, you almost laughed at how embarrassed he got at the sight of a naked body.

"Well, you're back early." Becca mused.