[ Can't argue there — not on either point. This place is a literal hovel. And she absolutely needs a fucking bath. It's going to take a small miracle to get all that blood out of her wild hair. She'll have to peel herself out of her clothes. Fuck's sake. Andy groans, reluctant to even move, let alone go through all the trouble. ]

I'd have to soak for a century to be clean now. [ Finally, she forces herself to sit up. Her seven-thousand-year-old joints protest as she slowly starts getting out of bed. Is this the same woman that fought her way through Kaigo no Bou with only a sword and gun? ] Not even sure the fucking drain can handle all the shit that's going to wash off.