[at the spa]
[After the previous day’s misadventures, Felicia thinks she's earned a relaxing evening. However, she’s never been to a ‘spa night’ before, and hovers thoughtfully somewhere relatively out of the way shortly after arriving, watching the proceedings with hesitant curiosity.]
[Having ditched the clothes she came in upon arrival wherever it is people leave their stuff, she’s dressed in spa-appropriate attire: a dark-colored cotton yukata that she found at the clothing store during her day’s shopping, tied with a narrow obi. The collar and shoulders fit awkwardly, and her mechadendrites poke out of holes cut in the back. There’s a matching dark cloth wrapped over her head like a towel, to keep it dry.]