[She makes it there without incident. Contacting the others comes first, so she retrieves her journal to send the necessary messages, then closes it tightly, leaving it on the desk before sinking down on the bed. Drying off came next - Raine slowly unwraps the towel from her head. Still damp, but not dripping. Might as well use it to wipe the excess water from her feet.
She'll have to get back up to get something dry to wear at some point. What a hassle.]
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She'll have to get back up to get something dry to wear at some point. What a hassle.]