Even if she waited for a bit it's not in her style to keep on waiting.
With a sigh she stands up from the bed, she still can't believe that in god damn cryoroom there is no set of clothes for her to use.
She goes back to the door. Maybe her muscles atrophied or something? She thinks looking at her clawed hand.
She then inspect the door once again looking over it for some way to open it.
With a sigh she stands up from the bed, she still can't believe that in god damn cryoroom there is no set of clothes for her to use.
She goes back to the door. Maybe her muscles atrophied or something? She thinks looking at her clawed hand.
She then inspect the door once again looking over it for some way to open it.