"I know," Nnenna murmured, nodding faintly.
"Good," the system replied, sounding almost relieved.
"I need a bath," she whispered, staring at the dried mix of dust and blood smeared across her skin.
Tap tap tap.
Someone knocked.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"It's me," Carl's steady voice came through the door.
"Oh," Nnenna replied softly, hesitation flickering across her face. She thought for a moment about telling him to come back later, but decided against it. With a small sigh, she pulled her uniform back on and went to open the door.
"What's up?" Nnenna asked as the door slid open and Carl's calm face came into view.
"You haven't cleaned up yet?" Carl raised an eyebrow, instantly noticing the dust and faint traces of dried blood on her uniform. She had been in her room for at least thirty minutes. What had she been doing all that time?
"I could say the same about you," Nnenna deflected, crossing her arms lightly.
