She opened the doors to what was commonly referred to as her "quarters." The white walls and bed made it apparent that it had once been a medical bay. There were a couple theories she had come up with as to why it was as such. She got the feeling the base here was much smaller at one point, so rooms for officers or personal quarters for squads like theirs weren't needed. When they expanded due to recent efforts in the war, they were given these "rooms." Why Fel had been shoved in a worn down medical bay... Well, she had theories about that too. When she arrived, their was still many medical supplies, but above all that she could notice, there was a lot of sedatives. The doctor that did her psyche analysis didn't seem like he had the greatest faith in her when she was leaving, the fact that she was given stable condition was a shock. Fel hadn't made the connection in her brain that the new guy could probably use some of the stuff she had jammed in the closet. But... Looking at the tools and supplies always made her uncomfortable. She would bring him here tomorrow, let him sort through the stuff.
The room was absolutely plain except the hospital bed, a counter, a bookshelf and two doors, one by the bed, the other near the corner of the room. On the side of the book shelf there was a two hooks, one where hung her sub machine gun and the other where she hung the standard issue communicator. On the bookshelf there was only one book, beside it lay a pair of large round glasses, the rest of the shelves were empty. Getting books turned out to be harder than she had expected, if she would have known that she probably would have only made one shelf. As she hung her gun and coms device, she took her glasses, before walking to a door not too far from her bed. The plus side to having an ex-medical bay as her room, she had her own private lavatory. The others might, but she wouldn't know, she wasn't one for snooping. She walked in, looking in the mirror for a few moments. Blinking lightly she put on her glasses, her eyes squinted a little, before she took them off. Using the goggles had some how improved her eyesight, possibly because they allowed her eyes to focus correctly. She had known this, but still tried to put them on every night. She looked slightly distraught at the glasses before placing them down by the sink. She began to remove her fatigues, followed by her body suit. Staring at her body for a few moments. She blinked blankly, as if she thought she was supposed to be looking at something but not sure what. Eventually she shook her head, gathering her clothes and folding them. She removed her pony tail with one hand, while with the other she brushed her teeth. Once she rinsed her mouth she placed her hair in the sink and proceeded to wash it.
With herself clean she walked out, turning off the lights, placing the clothes beside her bed on the floor. She lay in the bed, letting her hair fan out across what her body didn't occupy so that it would be dry by morning. She pulled up the thin blanket to her neck, keeping her arms underneath it as her hand pulled off her goggles. She switched to the built in com, sending information to Dalia. Fel never knew if she was listening but still did it before she would go to sleep, it always made her feel better. "Good night." She whispered before hanging the goggles off the hook she attached to what could be called a headboard. She still held her blade, sheath and all, in her left hand as she closed her eyes, for only a moment she wondered, what sort of dreams... or nightmares, she'd have.
