It was a little overwhelming, even for her, to deal with the situation. She couldn't contact her comrades. As far as she knew, she was alone. For now, she just wants to relax. It's easier to come up with a plan with a clear mind, so she heads to the showers. That's just the thing.

Her green uniform is left on the countertop while she fiddles with the faucet. It's either too hot or too cold or feels like she's getting blasted in the face. "Stupid primitive... I hate it," she grumbles. Not very relaxing at all. Not very private either. She decides to check one of the other showers to see if it's any better.