[ ugh whatever. shijima has anything she'd nicked from the commissary on her person now, or she's put it elsewhere, and...whatever sheets/bedding in seven weren't aflame. she's just briefly darting into the commissary to check if there's anything remotely relevant to her continued need to bandage people's cuts.
GUESS MAYBE ALCOHOL CAN CLEAN THEM, WHATEVER. ]
Who has those bandages...
[ mutter mutter grumble. but yeah she'll check things out while she's zipping through here ig. she'll be extremely careful as she goes because she's a cat and a ninja and a paranoid fuck, honestly, and if anything pings her as dangerous she's out of there and back to her roomies. ]
commissary
GUESS MAYBE ALCOHOL CAN CLEAN THEM, WHATEVER. ]
Who has those bandages...
[ mutter mutter grumble. but yeah she'll check things out while she's zipping through here ig. she'll be extremely careful as she goes because she's a cat and a ninja and a paranoid fuck, honestly, and if anything pings her as dangerous she's out of there and back to her roomies. ]