[You know when you wanna just clip your hair up and walk around in leggings like they're pants and call it a day? Why does that always seem to happen on days when the dome's deciding to be a hub of activity? Rebecca can be found in the earlier morning taking a jog around her usual circuit in an oversized t-shirt and the aforementioned leggings. Mid-day she'll be doing some rounds flitting from store to store, picking up things she forgot the days before - waddling on home with her fair share of brown paper bags weighing her down.
She doesn't mind bots, frankly. So she's in no hurry.]