[Relief sets in and it might be visible - it very likely is visible in stance, face - there's a shift there as the woman speaks. She glances in the mirror, everything within her sightline seems to be people-free.]

No. It's no "bad" at all. Just the inevitability of communal bathing areas.

[She gets it - it's efficient. But it's very awkward at times, and not terribly well suited on the heels of "Welcome: our hair is gone and powers too if you had them, but you have a new one that's up to you to figure out, it comes with a glow and gives you too many feelings and burning if you do the wrong thing, and there's an implant in your skin that's a network and is also money."]

Soon enough you'll have your own bathroom if you like, no strangers poking their heads in.

[She's not going to ask about the scars directly - they're too obvious for the woman not to know they're there - and it's none of her business unless they're a fresh injury, in which case she'd be well out of her first aid depths. Though she unwittingly takes a moment to admire the stitching - it's better job than she'd done when cleaning up Blas' infected horror of an amputation, and likely took very long - she can't imagine what kind of thing would cause such grievous wounds.]

But since I've already poked...I can try and find you something for the pain if you have any. Or anything else you might need besides a way out, specific reason why you're here, familiar face, or an animal that isn't a robot.

[It's lightly said but there's a bit of sadness in it, maybe bitterness, too.]