[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Eira Winters | Antartica[/color][/h1][/center]
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Eira caught the towel before she could even register what had happened. She faintly felt the warmth from it, a stark contrast to the vacant chill inside of her. But god - that insufferable Renard. Her blood burned at the reminder of her little [i]incident[/i], and it boiled even further when he called her cute. There was a list of things that Eira was, somewhere in the world, but that was not on it.

[color=6ecff6]"Get better damn puns. And don't call me cute,"[/color] she hissed at him. However cold she was didn't matter as she tossed the towel back, perhaps a little harshly, but that wasn't her problem. She didn't ask for it, and it wasn't her fault if she didn't want to keep it.

Well, Enterprise was her cue to leave. It wasn't what she had been expecting, but it sounded alright. Eira had her shower, water so hot that steam engulfed her, gloves still on. She changed them and the rest of her clothes, emerging with her uniform on. She let her hair loose, quickly checking her bag as it spilled down her back. Old gloves, second spare gloves, phone, money - that was everything. She made her way towards the bus, keeping her head up. And if the bus felt a little chillier when she stepped on, it may not have been because of the weather. Only for a second, though.

There, Eira made a beeline for her seat. [i][color=6ecff6]Four rows back, window seat on the left.[/color][/i] She sank into it, occupying the seat next to her with her bag. She felt considerably calmer than before, which was nice. All she could do was hope the bus journey - and everything that came after it - would go smoothly.