[The small android retreats as soon as she ejects the leftovers in her lungs and gets back on her feet. She can't think about the horrors she's just witnessed. Casualties of war are fine for her, an everyday occurrence back home, but reality ripping apart? No. It's not the time to think about it though because her assault rifle has to be cleansed of the salt water it's been soaked in forever. She is her gun, so her own "life" is on the line. No time to sleep.
G11 is quiet and fast for someone usually so sluggish. Her first stop is the kitchen to gather supplies: a large wash pan, warm water, a towel, and soap. If someone's in her way, she'll push past them, and once she's got everything she needs, the android finds the nearest room with an active fireplace. Gear and clothes are shed until she's down to her tank top and underwear and her long hair (grimy and tangled) is thrown up into a hasty ponytail.
She settles down for hours in front of the fire. Her gun is disassembled, laid out neatly beside her as she systematically goes over each part out of hundreds. G11 will definitely be taking a whole day to nap after all this is over. And that's before a bath for herself.]
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G11 is quiet and fast for someone usually so sluggish. Her first stop is the kitchen to gather supplies: a large wash pan, warm water, a towel, and soap. If someone's in her way, she'll push past them, and once she's got everything she needs, the android finds the nearest room with an active fireplace. Gear and clothes are shed until she's down to her tank top and underwear and her long hair (grimy and tangled) is thrown up into a hasty ponytail.
She settles down for hours in front of the fire. Her gun is disassembled, laid out neatly beside her as she systematically goes over each part out of hundreds. G11 will definitely be taking a whole day to nap after all this is over. And that's before a bath for herself.]