After barely bathing since her arrival a month or so before, Thea finally gave into her more basic human urge to be clean and her hair to lose the oily shine it'd taken on. In such a possible hostile environment, it was hard for her to strip down to nothing and step under the warm spray for even a moment without contemplating the possibility of some Psycho situation occurring. They were in a form of Hell after all, weren't they? The thought of dealing with shades of Psycho was tame compared to the idea of vampires and other evil things lurking around. Besides, some of her fellow "inmates" here were less than hospitable or nice. It definitely had more to do with something else other than just being stuck here, but she guessed it didn't put anyone in any good moods.
Rather leery, the youngest member of the Queen family took to the refuge of the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. She needed to go to a mall, but would they even have one in Hell? Would it have her size? It was catty and foolish to think of considering everything else going on, but Thea couldn't help it. Even far from the streets of Starling City, of her mansion, and large bank account, she had need to look good and a desire for fashion. Maybe she could check it out after a shower. She'd managed on one outfit alone, but variety was the spice of life and Thea was one of those people that just needed a different outfit everyday. Right now, she'd just settle for one or two though.
Thea tossed her clothes into a small mound by the door and switched on the shower, barely able to contain herself as the water heated up. Once steam was flowing abundantly from the shower, Thea stepped in and used what little she could dig up around the apartment to scrub herself clean and work on washing away the greasiness that had become her hair. Mostly, she'd been lingering under the spray, enjoying the calmness it brought, when she heard a loud bang from the front of the apartment. For a moment, she believed she'd imagined it. After all, she'd been having horrible daydreams lately and nightmares about losing her brother and Roy. This was on top of the ones she already had about the evil lurking around. Needless to say, it definitely put her imagination into overdrive and not in a good way, but try as she might, the nagging sensation wouldn't go away. Reluctantly, the brunette switched off the shower and tugged aside the curtain.
The teenager haphazardly wrapped the towel around herself and tucked the edge in by the side of her breast. The water droplets from her hair slipped down her neck, back, and shoulders, but she ignored it. Glancing around the fogged up bathroom, she found nothing to use as a weapon except a hair brush, but she was pretty sure she could do some major damage with it. She wasn't going down without a fight. In bare feet, she turned the door knob and pulled open the door slowly, stepping out into the hall and cautiously padded towards the main living area of the apartment. Maybe it was Emma? That was her name right? Thea wasn't all too sure. She hadn't really spoken to the older woman much since arriving, actually not at all, but still, they had keys. There was no need for breaking and entering. Maybe she forgot? It was absurd. Emma came off as strong, but to push open a locked door? It was a different story entirely. No, it was something else. Someone else for sure.
Hair brush raised, Thea took a deep breath and stepped out from around the corner. "Who the hell-" The words died on her lips the instant her eyes landed on the broad shoulders, solid, but familiar built in the tell-tale red hoodie. "Roy?" It had to be him, right? No one else wore that hoodie. She was pretty sure not here anyway. She took another step forward and her weapon of choice lowered to her hip. Still, her fingers clenched it rather tightly.