She looks back up at Daisy - getting as far as her torso. "I- think so."

"Good.

I think Pradnakt will want to go outside for a while, if you feel okay about her coming through here."

She looks honestly confused. "...Why wouldn't I be okay with that?"

"It looked like you were scared of her."

"Why would that-" she starts (because it hasn't mattered whether or not she was scared of someone before), and then stops.Thinks about it, thinks about what Daisy said about it being important to have choices. Actually thinks about the answer to the question, doesn't just give the reflexive 'yes' (questions are just orders phrased in another way, really).

"I'll be okay," she decides eventually.

More subtly pleased body language: "All right."

She fills a canteen and brings it with her to the back room, and a minute later escorts Dusk through the room.

"Do you want to wash yourself, while she's out?"

She avoids looking directly at Pradnakt, but doesn't seem incredibly uncomfortable (maybe a bit confused at Daisy escorting her through, but not enough to think about questioning it).

"I- Please?" she says. Because she is not going to turn down an offer to clean up.

"Okay." And she leads the way to the back room.

The first impression of the room is of clutter; almost every free spot is taken up with something decorative, whether the embroidered comforter and mound of pillows on the gigantic bed, or the fabric and small sculptures hanging from the ceiling, or the art - framed and sculptural both - on the walls, or the nick-knacks and decorated boxes on the shelves next to the bed. The space nearest the door they come through is the clearest, offering the only open floor space and three more doors leading from it; Daisy opens the nearest one to reveal a room the size of a large closet tiled in gently shimmery blue and green and brown.

She looks around, a little overwhelmed. Like so much of this, this is completely different to what she's used to. It's pretty, and colourful, and she thinks she likes it, but she's used to everything being orderly and stark.

She moves a little closer to Daisy that she is perhaps entirely comfortable with in order to see in through the door she's just opened, staring at the walls.

The droid goes in - there's not really room to stay out of arm's reach, but she tries anyway. She demonstrates how to turn on the shower, and then after a thoughtful pause sets it to a comfortable temperature and leaves it running while she shows the girl the soap.  "This one doesn't have a smell," she explains, pointing out the largest bottle, "and these do," of a collection of small ones. "You can use the little ones, but the smell stays on you, so only do that if it's one you like. Okay?"

She listens carefully, and nods at the end. "Okay," she agrees. Then pauses. "Um...is it okay to use that towel?" she asks. (And there's a slightly reflexive flinch there, but she hides it pretty well.)

"...wait, I'll get one," and she attempts to leave the room without getting too close, with limited success.

She shifts slightly to accommodate that, and the moves over towards the shower. She pokes at the bottles, and picks up one of the smaller ones to sniff at.

It's sweet and fruity.

It is...not unpleasant. But, on the whole, she thinks as she puts it back down and looks at the other smaller bottles, it is probably better to use the one without a smell. At least, for now. She looks back at the door, waiting for Daisy to return.

It only takes a minute or so, and she returns with another towel apparently identical to the hanging one. "You can leave it on the sink when you're done. Anything else?"

Her automatic response is 'no', but... "Would- would a change of clothes be possible?" she asks quietly. "It's- not a problem if it is."

"I don't think we have anything that will fit you, but I'll look." She goes to do that.

She watches the door cautiously, not sure if Daisy's going to be back quickly. She is...wary of showering when she doesn't know where people are, or they might reenter the room she's in. She holds her hand under the water for a second, wanting to know just how cold-

It...isn't cold. That is. Surprising.

The room is actually starting to steam up, now that the door is closed.

Several minutes go by.

Then, she will eventually shed her clothes, and quickly shower - lingering a little longer than she's normally allowed, enjoying the warmth of the water. It still takes her a very low amount of time to finish. She stops herself from really lingering (her mind stuck on time limits and the results of lingering too long, and other people) and switches it off.

She dries off, wraps the towel around her as best she can, hugs her old clothes to her chest and sticks her head around the door to see if there's anyone in the other room.

No, but the door opposite the door to the workroom is half-open.

She hesitates, and eventually steps back into the bathroom and pulls her own clothes back on. She folds the towel onto the sink, and then leaves the bathroom. She raps her knuckles against the door and waits.

Daisy appears almost immediately, with a pair of pants draped over her arm. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh. Yes. I was just-" she waves at the door to the bathroom. "Finished."