Kerrigan accepted the offer of a shower. The little luxuries from her life as a Terran that she no longer got to enjoy. It was also likely more of a demand than an offer, the ship was a lot neater and cleaner than most Terran ships were in the confederacy or especially among pirates or rebellious factions. She wasn't going to press the issue.
"Until later, Admiral."
The communal shower was about as she expected. Cleaning all the ridges and crevices in her carapace took some effort, and even then, she couldn't do a perfect job. But anything she couldn't scrub or reach with her clawed hands was unlikely to come off just casually walking around. Good enough. Drying herself off was a trial as well as the towel kept catching on some of the rougher parts of her body.
She could have used her psionic abilities to make both processes easier, but wasn't going to give herself away yet. Once acceptably clean and dry, she stepped out to see what kind of escort was waiting for her.
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"Until later, Admiral."
The communal shower was about as she expected. Cleaning all the ridges and crevices in her carapace took some effort, and even then, she couldn't do a perfect job. But anything she couldn't scrub or reach with her clawed hands was unlikely to come off just casually walking around. Good enough. Drying herself off was a trial as well as the towel kept catching on some of the rougher parts of her body.
She could have used her psionic abilities to make both processes easier, but wasn't going to give herself away yet. Once acceptably clean and dry, she stepped out to see what kind of escort was waiting for her.