Raskol rolled into the room sheepishly, wiping the sleep from her eyes. As she splashed herself rather loudly with water, her wagon-shaped wheelchair slid across the floor leaving occasional wet marks behind. Not having legs was one thing, but having to constantly be rubbing water onto herself was just downright irritating after a while. Running handfuls of water from her torso and finally down to her scaled tail, she let out a sharp agitated sigh. Maybe for ONCE, just once, they could hold a meeting by the pool?