"That was refreshing!" Nadia shouted as soon as she entered the room that served as the bedroom for the leaders of the group of survivors.
She already wore her usual clothes currently marked with several wet stains. Her long hair fell down her shoulder, straightened by the added weight of moisture she couldn't get rid of without a hair dryer.
'I never thought about it, but there is quite a lot of convenient stuff we should look for,' Mathew thought as he glanced at the girl.
Leila followed Nadia into the room, but rather than stepping inside, she simply stood at the doors with her arms crossed at her chest.
"Are you ready?" Nadia asked, moving right in front of Mathew as if she wanted to flex her freshness on him.
"Yes, I am," Mathew replied impassively. He shook his head and slapped his cheeks to clear his mind before standing up and picking up the only piece of clothing that he considered redundant indoors.
