Azai went to the showers first thing. Being in the jungle and cooped up in her mech had made her sweat to the point where she felt rather disgusted with herself. Yes, a hot shower was well-needed. And very refreshing. Then was hot food and water. She hadn't had much to drink either, which was also bad. More purification tablets would be packed for future missions in her survival kit. Between the heat and the lack of water, she didn't remember having to dig a latrine for herself.

 She donned fresh clothes and headed into the mess hall for some food. The lack of energy was causing her to shake uneasily, but only on such a small level that she was able to control it. Her stomach growled audibly as she moved through the line, grabbing just about everything she could fit onto the tray, before taking a seat. She began the ungraceful procedure of wolfing down her meal, pausing only to chase it with water before going back in again.