Svetlana wasted no time, leaving Alana and Nabris to report to her superiors. Alana released a sigh of relief, once again adjusting her glasses. Her state of tiredness was clearly identifiable by the bags under her eyes. Though it was hard to notice, her vivid red hair pulled the attention from her weary brown colored eyes.

“You may still have liquid oxygen in your lungs, it could potentially cause nausea related symptoms until it evaporates.” Alana suggested pulling the undergarments from the pile of clothes, she hesitated handing them to him and instead put them on the counter-top next to him.

“The other woman, who spoke to you about your contract terms is Svetlana. She's an eel, I advise you keep your conversation limited with her.” Alana laughed despite her tone being more serious than ever, a faint smile stretching across her face. “Do you remember your name?” Alana asked with a hint of curiosity, still holding the rest of the clothes, avoiding contact with the male's lower half.