It has been a truly long, tiring, miserable day. Claire's feet ache so much that the moment her feet touch the warm water in the basin she prepared in the bathroom, it is deliriously satisfying. She closes her eyes, not even having the energy to actually be self-conscious about her nakedness. After all, who's there to see her? Karen's busy with the boyfriend, watching Netflix in their poor excuse of a living room. And she's sure Lena's not in the apartment at the moment. She didn't ask because she didn't want to know or has the energy to want to know. Things are already tiring as they are. What she needs most in the world right now, right at this very moment, is a little "me time." And thankfully, the bathroom is one of the few sanctuaries in this crazy world for her; it's even a sanctuary from her mates' daily assault on her senses.