She double-checks her attire. A loose satin shirt and a matching pair of baggy trousers. The fabric is warm, but thin, and falls along the curves of her body as she turns to see her back.
She goes back out and peeps through the dresser she punched. As she opens the drawer a familiar item of clothing spills through the hole, onto her feet. A dark gray armor-like bodysuit, along with a note sits on her feet, as she stares intently.
You were wearing this when we found you in your hemorrhaging vessel. We've cleaned up the blood on the inside. Hope you feel better when you wake up! - Staff, SS Avaline
'Why was I draped in my customary funeral wear? What is the meaning of this? Were I dead?'
Knowing full well what it does to the body of the cadaver inside it, she wears the suit on top of her complimentary pajamas.
She finds tape and a pair of scissors in the closet. She conceals her name tag and emblems.
She controls her restlessness as she just stops short of having broken the handle. It doesn't budge, but gently clicks when she does it the other way.
'Their locks click the other way.. Hmm'
She walks out into the hallway, 'What in the world...? What is this place?'