[A door opens inward in a hall for a change, club music thumping loudly as a Lenalee steps through and pushes the door closed with a sigh. She leans against it and turns to face the hallway, eyes closed.
She's dressed in a short skirt and a tank soaked with sweat, dancer shoes on her feet. We'll refrain from mentioning the rabbit headband on her head and the fluffy tail. (Even though we just did.) Looks like someone was working hard...somewhere. She slides down to the floor and rubs at her forehead with one hand, the other reaching for a towel on a bench that isn't there.
Lenalee pauses and looks.] This...?
[[ooc; Lenalee from
bartendingclown's world, info is
here. Don't mess with the Princess!]]