"Do we need to go an' get some food? I can help." Quite suddenly she was grateful that nearly her entire wardrobe was not Starfleet issue uniforms. For the time being it seemed that was how she, and the others, were going to be able to get around. Wear normal clothes, and for her that phaser was staying in her bag. Back to hidden blade and gun for protection. And a lot of parkour.
Her hastily packed duffel and backpack ended up plopped down in a corner, to sit and wait until she could be arsed to move it to one of the rooms. It felt like every muscle was aching from just the sheer stress of escaping. She wondered briefly if this counted as her being homeless yet again in Mandalus. But at least, once again, she ended up with a roof over her head pretty quickly.
After awhile she wandered through the house. It was going to get pretty cozy but they'd make it work.
[ ooc; feel free to poke at her! brackets or prose welcome c: ]