Ivanova was swaying down the hallway in her towel, having taken a very lovely shower before her shift, swinging her toiletries basket from one hand. Her shampoo slipped out and bounced off the ground and she cursed in Russian under her breath, crouching to retrieve it. When she looked up again, something was hovering directly in front of her
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What is it with her and breaking the frosh lately?
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