The rocky bits, Tuesday evening

Claudia . . . was still hiding out in the rocky bits. She was getting a bit more towards sickly pale than flat out gray, now, and her finger nails had mostly returned to normal, but her teeth were still very much of the sharp, pointy variety and she kept being tempted to try to eat raw fish straight out of the water, so she was figuring it was not yet time to return to dorms.

Maybe she'd just set up her own little hermit cave here. No one would miss her, anyway. Well, not until Artie noticed that no one had inventoried the Warehouse for awhile, anyway, and that could be ages.

[ooc: for . . . me, pretty much. Yes.]