"Oh no, not again," Icene's eyes widened and she shook her head in denial, "I am not doing all that again, not if I can avoid it."
She cast a glimpse over at the thing starting to melt on the washer, "Although if that thing's ruined my washload I might just be tempted. I spent most of yesterday cleaning the apartment, ready to relax today once the laundry was done, and now it appears I can't do that.... Oh dammit all to hell, I only wanted a quiet weekend since we finished off the shooter paperwork."