Shauna had chosen to skip dinner and had mostly kept to herself after talking to Jams. Opting not to sleep, she spent the night reading some random adventure book she found on the ship. Contrary to belief, the marines weren't as dumb as they looked. She was honestly surprised they even had decent taste in literature - she wasn't expecting anything other than some bullshit that promoted Marine Ideology... But some of it was kind of fun. 

As the sun began to rise, she put her stash of books away for safe keeping. She really didn't trust that anyone on the ship would respect decent literature, so Shauna figured it'd be best to put the books somewhere where they wouldn't be destroyed. Yawning, she made her way below deck, turning a few corners before arriving at what she assumed the marines used as a gym of sorts. It was fairly small, but spacious enough to store plenty of equipment one could use to work out. 

Sitting down on one of the benches, she grabbed the dumbbell and lifted it off the ground as she began to work out.

"200 lbs... Not bad." She mumbled - she would have preferred something heavier, but it would do. Contrary to her lithe form, she was deceitfully strong. "Thank god for character design..." She snickered under her breath as she focused on her task. 

If anything happened, she'd either hear it or someone would find her.

Several hours later, she heard some noise. It sounded like something Onyx would tell her when they were younger to scare her, but interested her enough to check it out. Putting the gym equipment away, Shauna quickly changed clothes. Now wearing a pair of boots, navy pants and a white shirt with the neck cut so low it was clear its only purpose was to provide decent amounts of [i]plot[/i] and fanservice without going full hentai.

Pulling her jacket back on, Shauna made note to get her regular outfit cleaned. The clothes weren't bad, but... Different. She couldn't help but wonder why the hell the Marines even had clothes for women on their ship... 

Whatever.

Making her way to the deck, Shauna stared at the island with apathetic eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We're going there, aren't we?" She inquired, her words directed to Roma. Everything about the island screamed 'Don't come here! There's gonna be a maniac here that walks slower than a snail but when you turn a corner he's gonna be right there and bury a machete in your face.', and Shauna really wasn't feeling it.