[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]

Ren crashed. She just Crashed. “Rest, talk later yeah doc. Find clothes…get a shower later. If you ni…nice..  leave me a note where coffff…eee is found.” Ren said, finally rolling over and curling into the sofa with a groan. Her head felt like she had been hit by a speeding grav train that was going at 500kph. She had no idea what was else going on, no idea how to right now and just needed sleep. A lot of sleep. She might be able to find out in a few hours minimum, a few hours rest…”

Ren was out of it to the point she was not sure if the doctor was about or not. Be nice for someone to give her some bedside manner, hold her hand, some kind of comfort…

Nightmares would plague her sleep for many days and weeks? This would not leave her and was plain too tired to not have Nightmares before but too busy and exhausted by constant duties, work and the like in the face of the apocalypse. Now though? She had to face it. 

Her sleep was not peaceful. There was no peace to be found in rest and Ren was not a quiet sleeper. The woman had at least managed to tie her hair back out the way and would grab a plushy shark that had taken the effort to save from the doom of the space station. Childish but Ren needed comfort in such things. 

Bugs, chaos, flames…? That was Rens sleep. 

The young … for her race. Keiller rested and brushed some hair off her pointed ear by reflex. It tickled. 

(If thry live to around 200, to human scale she is in 20's despite being similar age to doctor.)