>>9773606>...>Okay.With a roll of the neck, Ash leans her broom against a cleared corner. She huffs and lifts the bottom of her shirt up to her face. Dull aches along her lower back and joints limit her motions just that small amount, just enough to discomfort, but not inhibit.
She walks through the halls, stepping over the larger bits of debris, those which will not budge without machinery. It's not much, but...
As her booted footfall rings along the halls, the crunching of glass shards is now absent.
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