Verena
Devil woman
Seeing that the room had been cleaned Vulcan sighed in relieve. It was annoying to get hair all over yourself wherever you stepped. "Do that. And sent that report for them to deliver me some equipment - clothes mainly." Then he took one of the two fresh towels that were laying neatly folded on the bed and got into the bathroom, pulling the shirt over his head and untying the improvised bandage. It was looking good. Only the scab had ripped, but the threads were still secure. Then he turned his gaze to his face, running a hand over his stubble. He hadn't shaved for almost three days, nor had he the opportunity to look himself closely in a mirror. Well, that kiss must have left an unpleasant after feel. He undressed completely and got into the shower, adjusting the water and letting it flow over his body, washing away all the dust, smell, fatigue, pain. A few minutes later he got out, shook his head to get some parts of the water off and put his pants back on. The shirt was useless - covered in dirt and hair as it was. Then he got back to Amelie, taking his thermal shirt off the chair and his knife from the table, cutting out the sleeves. This had to do the work until some proper clothes arrived. He imagined that staying topless in front of Amelie would somewhat bother her.