Tibulass shrugged off at Matija's worry about the scar that dotted along the right side of her head. [color=f6989d]"Meh, if it opens I can fix it. Sewing ain't that hard if I can program a robot to do it."[/color] Tib smiled softly at the Mecorian for a moment, giggling after the Mecorian spoke about how she needed to eat because she didn't last night. [color=f6989d]"You did, you just didn't eat [i]food[/i],"[/color] joked the viking, following up with a soft punch to her leg. 

[color=f6989d]"Ah shit, speaking of last night, I probably ruined Amy's bra and Grayson's briefs. Dunno how much detergent it'll take to get blood out of those."[/color] Tibulass thought for a moment before pushing at the air. [color=f6989d]"Psh... they'll be okay. Just gonna slip them back into their laundry later."[/color] 

Tibulass brought Matija in for a hug, not letting go for a good moment, before she finally pulled away. [color=f6989d]"... thanks. It's been a while since I felt... well... genuine shit like that."[/color] Tib turned to the counter before putting on a pair of clothes she got last night. It was simple - a bra, a large hoodie (covering her ass), and a pair of leggings, but it would work until Tib could buy some real clothes for her since the jumpsuit was bloody. Shouldn't be too hard.

[color=f6989d]"Welp, when you're ready we can go."[/color] Tib looked towards the Mecorian and waited by the door, another soft smile decorating her face.

[@iTem]