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Maladicta had showered after patrol and a round or two of boxing, gone to the basement clad in a towel, and fished a robe out of the box so she could put her clothes of the day into the wash. She sat up on the dryer and toweled her hair off, and considered going down to the Times office, or upstairs to the IPD office in her current state and just... see what happened.