After spending the morning in sickbay, where the doctors determined that somehow, all her major injuries from New Years had healed themselves, Chelsea had just been enjoying her newly-regained freedom. The thought of spending the rest of her life dependent on someone else had terrified her more than anything she'd ever experienced, even Daytona. She was still a little worried about Lisa after what she'd said in the meeting about hearing sirens, but didn't want to say anything to her. She'd spent most of the day by herself, contemplating the... she didn't want to use the word miracle, since that would imply that God had had something to do with it, and she refused to believe that a benevolent and loving God would, one, take things away from her like that, then restore it to her, and two, would refuse to give the same gift to others.
But she'd had enough navel-gazing for one day. She hadn't eaten a proper meal since New Years' Eve, and she was eager to get down to Circean Delight. She had taken her time dressing in a nice polo shirt and what had been a long skirt, but she'd pinned it up to make a short skirt for the evening, leaving her legs and feet bare. She was through with hiding herself. She was proud of her body, scars and unnatural bends in her legs and all, and she was going to show it off, dammit.
Rolling in, she looked around for anyone she knew. Failing that, she'd decided it was get-to-know-your-neighbor time. She spotted a particularly lonely looking girl who she swore couldn't be too much over eighteen. Poor kid looked like she needed lots of hugs. She rolled up with a smile. "Mind if I pull up a chair?"