Adrian Quincy walked up to her. "There's a bucket of rainwater by the entrance. You can use it to wash your face. Someone will bring food over in a bit."
Claire Sinclair looked down at herself. Her body was filthy and sticky, her clothes caked with sweat, rain, floodwater, and mud. She hadn't bathed in days and was starting to smell. She really wanted to change clothes.
"I want to change. Can you step outside for a moment?"
"How many days has it been since you've bathed?"
"Not since I came up the mountain. It's been four or five days, I think…"
"How about a bath?"
"No, no, no! If I take a bath here, people will call me pretentious!" She was here for disaster relief, not to enjoy special treatment. Claire Sinclair understood this perfectly.
