[ it's not the nakedness that bugs river. it's hardly even the waking up in strange places. space? normal. kidnapping? manageable. it's the stasis fluid sunk deep into her skin what gets her, the soreness of her throat after the breathing apparatus is done pumping her full of chemicals. no ship in their time has the same natural o2 processor as the tranquility but river can't cope with the idea of never having her own oxygen in her lungs again. being naked in public is nothing by comparison.
clothes are overrated anyway.
so it's without shame or hesitation that a small hand slips into zoë's from amidst the crowd ( though whether for the first mate's benefit or the space crazy's remains to be seen ) and tugs her away from the medbay, head lowlowlow so she doesn't see the clinical, clean lab that is her second least favourite part of the jumps. ]
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clothes are overrated anyway.
so it's without shame or hesitation that a small hand slips into zoë's from amidst the crowd ( though whether for the first mate's benefit or the space crazy's remains to be seen ) and tugs her away from the medbay, head lowlowlow so she doesn't see the clinical, clean lab that is her second least favourite part of the jumps. ]
Showers this way.