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Genevieve looked back at Farce, smiling at her with a nod before she made her way to the restroom. Once she had some privacy within those four walls, she leaned on the clean countertop, using her elbows to keep herself propped up. Genevieve stared at her reflection for an unknown amount of time while her mind was occupied with various thoughts, each one of them bearing no particular relation to the next. But after a while, she straightened up before turning on the faucet to set the water to a mildly warm temperature. Genevieve bit her lip and placed her hand on the running water, her open palm facing down at an angle as to avoid direct contact with the stream. 

"Fuck!"

She did her best to stifle a scream, her hand throbbing at the site of wound and the pain slowly spreading. It didn't help that she didn't have her ability anymore, and the self-inflicted injury hurt much worse than some of the more serious ones in the past. Her advantage was gone, and she had to be extra careful from this point forward. 

After most of the blood had washed off, Genevieve turned off the faucet and went into one of the stalls, her good hand reaching for some toilet paper to apply to the cut and slow the bleeding. That would have to do until she could get better medical attention, or at least a bandage. She then headed out of the restroom, looking to join Farce once more.