She glances up from the pad, where she's been drawing all afternoon.
Frak, is that the time? She shoves it away and climbs off the bed.
"Yeah," she calls back, pulling open the wardrobe door and reaching for the few 'good' clothes she had. Even the fact that they were free didn't mean that she cared about clothes most of the time.
She grabs the one pair of jeans she picked up, and a red tank top that she hasn't worn before, and runs a brush through her hair. She doesn't bother with shoes.