Jujube Cabin, Sunday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

After the various creatures Cara had spend the last three days killing had finished vanishing, it might have made more sense to head back to the dorms, but the cabins were somewhat closer, and contained the closest thing to a change of clothes Cara actually owned, and she felt a desperate need to get rid of the gore and the Creator-only-knew-what

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After reappearing and showering off the splicer goo, Clark had sprinted to his room for fresh shorts before making his way to the cabins at super speed.

The blur of Clark created a bit of an air rush as he returned to a human pace inside the cabin. "Cara?" Calling out was a bit of a risk, giving up a lot of worry in his tone.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Clark?" Cara emerged from her alcove, where she'd been doing battle with the fact her back lacings were now a solid mess of leather and dried gunk. The fact that instead of commenting on his state of near undress she took advantage of it to make sure he wasn't obviously injured was a sign of how worried she'd never admit she'd been. "You're alive. Good."

For Cara, that was practically a paroxysm of relief.

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Good. It was about what he'd expected from her, and seeing she was well and didn't seem to be spouting her own blood, Clark would accept it.

"You're..." Clark took a step closer and sniffed. "Covered in some sort of nasty creature?" He was nice and shiny clean. Pity he hadn't waited.

[wrongkindofsith]

If Clark wanted someone who'd leap into his arms and kiss him, he'd have had better luck with Richard and wasn't that a pretty mental picture for Cara.

"Many nasty creatures." And yes, she sounded pretty damn pleased with herself over that. She turned and pointed over her shoulder to the troublesome lacing. "If you can stand to get your hands dirty, I need some help with these. I can't shower in them." Well, technically she could, but the things had taken more than enough of a beating over the weekend.