Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening
After seeing the group off in the first floor lobby, Nadia had returned to her room to sulk brood try to get some more sleep.
It hadn't really worked. Her shoulder still hurt, but she still wasn't icing it. Instead, she'd taken even more tylenol and was now curled up on the edge of the couch in the common room, staring out the window as if she could keep an eye on the rescue attempts from there.
A distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome thing.
[ooc: open for any other noncombatants]
It hadn't really worked. Her shoulder still hurt, but she still wasn't icing it. Instead, she'd taken even more tylenol and was now curled up on the edge of the couch in the common room, staring out the window as if she could keep an eye on the rescue attempts from there.
A distraction from her thoughts would be a welcome thing.
[ooc: open for any other noncombatants]