It's been a very long
day by the time Annabelle finally makes it back to Room 1938.
She's bone weary and still aching faintly as the Stimpaks finish the work on her ribs. Not to mention that she reeks of gunpowder, Brahmin, blood, and other things. The armor on one side is barely holding itself together as she makes her way toward the table where she usually cleans her weapons.
There are small noises as guns are taken apart and cleaned by Annabelle, still in her armor.