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After getting her neck torn to shreds, being drained of more blood than she'd like, and being impossibly embarrassed to boot, Krista's left in a state of barely-contained emotional distress and a general, all-purpose, weak-at-the-knees sort of situation. She managed to stabilize against the blood loss with one of her spells, but she's still exhausted and wobbly and kind of just feels like finding a place to curl up and cry.

Normally, she'd have Anton around for this. Maybe she'd even go to Alysia or Gretchen. There was always someone around for girl talk (Anton counting because he was always more like a girl than a boy anyway), but here? She doesn't really like anyone except some strangers and... well...

She stops by Tek's door, and then just kind of... doesn't... go anywhere else. She stares up at the nameplate for a while. She squints, because she's getting kind of dizzy again. She wonders if she secretly has a concussion, or, like, some kind of minor head trauma. That'd be just her luck.

She raises a hand to, weakly, knock on the door (since she can't call out very well).

So it turns out that going into town was kind of a bad idea. It was really cool and plenty beautiful, nothing like the boring reality that Seattle offered. But the more time she spent out there, the more she started to feel kind of tired and sick. She would have tried to shake it off if it wasn't for the headache several hours in and the feeling that something was horribly wrong.

It's actually the prior that got her to finally turn around, but the latter helped.

She she's been lazing around the tower ever since then, waiting for the feeling to go away. It's gotten better, but she still feels kind of drained and hurt. It reminds her of that banality stuff that Alysia would talk about. She doesn't have much experience with it, but she's starting to think that maybe the city will be an infrequent destination for her.

And then she starts thinking over all the places in the tower she could go (since she isn't about to sleep, it's only 2am) and comes to the conclusion that the only place she hasn't visited are those baths that Tabby talked about. Wary as she is, they can't be weirder than the girls' shower room at the dorms, right?

...and who would be there at 2am, anyway?

Which is exactly how she ends up there, hanging out by the edge of the baths with her clothes nearby (because high school pranks and teasing have made her paranoid about that kind of thing). She'll go back and forth, switching every couple of minutes between zoning out and resting or half-swimming aimlessly around her little radius of self-claimed space.

Not that there's anyone else here to invade that space. Of course.