June woke up fairly late. After the whole deal with the Sylvia expedition she's taken to smaller gigs, though no less impressive.
Her shower took quite a lot, as typical for a shark. She couldn't help but relieve the memories of all that happened in the Arran, building up inside of her until she screamed. Staring at the mirror, she closed her eyes and calmed herself down. One, two, three breathes, guills and lungs working in unison.
She quickly dried herself - her scaly skin ruining yet another good towel, something she mentally noted for later - and dressed up. She brushed her teeth - though they were easily replaceable, breath still needed cleansing. Especially after the strong drinks she had the previous night.
She looked through her contacts, and thought about contacting Joseph. Alas, she discarded that notion quickly, her fingers trembling. She took a chocolate milk bottle from her friedge and unlocked it with her chompers, before drinking her breakfast.
Already somewhat late, she made some final adjustments before stepping out of her room in the FRS Adonis, the ship she was working in. With a neck twist, she was ready to start her day.
