Off the main foyer was a hallway; they followed it for a few feet. Turning into a room, the person indicated, “This is the wash chamber. Clean up.”
The cold attitude of the person was biting. Gwen ignored it. Looking around she saw red curtained cubicles. She assumed she had to pick one, so she picked the furthest from the main door. Ducking under the curtain, she noticed a bench in front of a showerhead. She turned the faucet she saw water stream out. 'Primitive, no dust showers?' Gwen thought.
She undressed, washed the blood from her person, and then redressed. Feeling better, the rest of the blood from her earlier kill on her clothing did not matter. ‘Whatever I’m about to face,’Gwen thought, ‘At least I am clean.”
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