While Shawn worked to cut out unnecessary power draws, Olivia worked to clean everything in the boat. One of the first things she did was drag the mattress, blankets, and pillows out onto the deck to let the cold air kill any germs and help get rid of any lingering scents. Then she proceeded to clean chairs and table surfaces, counters, the floor. Anything and everything they weren't tossing. During her cleaning spree Olivia wound up getting hot, despite the chill of winter. At first she only put her hair up in a bun and stripped off her jacket, but eventually she was forced to pull off her sweater and the long sleeve shirt she wore under that. In the end she was left in her jeans and a tank top, sweating as she worked to scrub years worth of grime out of their new home.

Once the boat was finally clean enough to her liking, Olivia sat down in one of the chairs feeling thoroughly worn out. "That was a lot of work," she sighed as she used the back of her hand to move some loose hair out of her face. "Now that the boat's cleaned up, I think it's [i]our[/i] turn to clean up. I feel like I just waded through a river of mud. Yuck. How about you go first, Shawn?" Olivia had suggested it to be polite. After all, he had worked hard today as well and she didn't want to appear selfish by insisting that she get the shower first. He talked her down in the end, suggesting she get washed up first. Eventually she agreed. Standing up she walked past him, stopping to give him a light kiss on the cheek and whispering, "Thanks, love," with a grateful smile. Some time later she returned, all washed up and feeling refreshed. Olivia had put on some clean clothes--sweatpants and a t-shirt with long johns underneath since it was almost time to sleep. "Your turn," she informed him as she brushed out her hair and tied it in a braid.