[@AgentArkansas] Ken had been running for a good 4 hours, practically drenched in her own swear she fought back the urge to throw up and she dismounted the treadmill with shakey legs. Glancing at the time she realized it was 12 o'clock. The moons light lighting up the inside of the ships windows. Ken cracked her neck, ignoring the sharp pain and got ready to shower. She was incredibly soar from the earlier battle and that run hadn't help. Sure! She was definitely less pissed off with Ark but now she could feel the dehydration and sore joints kicking in. She turned down her music and took a swig of her water, while walking to the ships showers. She quickly changed out of her sweaty gear and got in; enjoying the hot water of her aching back. After about half and hour she was out, towel wrapped around her and her scared torso. Ken walked off to her locker and grabbed her spare set of pyjamas that she kept there. Throwing on the pink plaid shirts and incredibly baggy "Project Freelancer" shirt she made her way back to her quarters.