Room 418, Wednesday Afternoon

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara sat cross legged on her bed, leathers draped across the covers. Usually she wore Richard's shirt when she cleaned them, but she also usually didn't have an impressive collection of half-healed bruises either.

This latter part had a lot to do with the fact she was instead wearing the softer, lighter clothing she'd acquired during spring break for the first time since then, just not for the reasons most people in her condition might have chosen to. Because that would have required using normal people logic instead of Cara logic.

[Cracked door, open post.]