Lesley heard the knocking from her seat. She stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Greeting Mr white through a crack in the bulk head door with a tired "hey" as well as a tired face, she forgot she was wearing just the leotard she wore under everything and some old bunny slippers she kept in her pack. She shuffled over to one of the few bed/seats where she set up her stuff and sat down wrapping herself in blanket, picking up one of her swords and cleaning cloth next that she was using to rub off her last few smudges of blood and the like. "How goes theeeeehhhhhhhh... selling?" She said with a long yawn and stretch of both her arms.

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