Some minutes before, far across the building, Sasha was putting on a makeshift mask. It wasn't exactly a professional gas mask, but it'd at least be better than nothing. She began very carefully looking around her area, her rubber gloves helping to ensure she didn't touch anything bad either. As much as she disliked handling cleaning chemicals, she knew how useful they could be, and she now knew which ones were useful specifically. Candace knew a ton about survivalism and crafting and had taught everyone what to look for. Sasha was very glad they'd met. There's no way any of the group would have managed to survive this long without her guidance, and she didn't let it go to her head either. She was always focused on surviving. Sure, that did sometimes lead to friction between her and Jacqueline due to the tinkerer's much more frenetic personality, but Sasha was always there to help. She'd always had a talent for removing the friction from situations like that.

Sasha nervously walked down an old flight of stairs into a large basement filled with pipes, boilers, and other such things. She gulped. This type of place always made her feel uneasy, but she needed to get through this for the others. At least the building was abandoned enough that there were probably no liquids left in the pipes to leak, although the rusted pipes may fall... But she put that out of her mind, it was unnecessary paranoia. As she grabbed an aged but full jug of cleaner, however... She heard something. A soft dripping, echoing throughout the room.

Carefully stowing the jug, she began slowly creeping towards the sound. She was curious, of course, and there certainly might be something useful near where the dripping was happening, but she couldn't let curiosity outweigh caution. The sound led her deeper into the basement, and she drew her weapon just in case. Someone may have been trapped down here... Or something... But she didn't see anything just yet. No cursed or infected hiding around a corner, ready to transform her. But oddly enough, no dripping either. She stepped over a large grate in the floor as she looked around. None of the pipes had looked nearly wet enough to have been dripping, and now that she was focusing she realized she couldn't hear it anymore either. A bit disappointed, she began to glance around for something to use...

When a cool drop of liquid landed on her head.

Yelping, she looked up, preparing to see a slavering infected dripping deadly saliva above her. But there was nothing. Just pipes. She let out a shaky sigh. This was such a stressful way of life... She stepped away from where the droplet fell, still feeling the cool wetness in her hair. Hopefully it wasn't a really dangerous chemical... But it was only a drop, so she’d be fine... Catching her breath, she sat down  on the dusty floor. Something like that would have been unthinkable for her previously, but even her standards for cleanliness had been eroded away now. She hadn't had a proper shower for so long... She remembered the feeling of the water soaking her hair, dripping all down her body, washing away all the grime and tensions and stress of life... It was so nice... She could almost feel it now...

The sound of another drip caught her attention. She glanced up, but couldn't quite see where it'd come from. She could get up and check... But she suddenly felt so tired. Like all the activity of the past few weeks was catching up to her, and all she wanted to do was rest... Take a nice, long, shower, and then sleep... No, no, she needed to get up... Get up and help... She shook her head to try and wake herself up, feeling a few small droplets fly off. Her hair was so much wetter than she'd realized... How strange... She sluggishly got to her feet and started to leave the room, when she felt another droplet fall onto her head. It felt... wonderful...

A strange feeling began to wash through Sasha's head as the droplet soaked into her hair. Like her brain was taking a nice, warm shower... She suddenly felt so tired again... She seated herself on the floor, enjoying this nice, warm sensation in her head. No, not just in her head... On her head... Her entire head felt warm and wet... She gently reached up with her gloved hand and touched her temple. A warm ripple flowed through her head, and her vision grew fuzzy. She'd never felt anything like that before... It felt so nice... Another droplet landed on her, and she burbled sleepily. So wonderfully relaxing... Such a good idea for her to have come here... Why was that, again? She was having a hard time remembering it all of a sudden... Having a hard time remembering anything at all, actually... That was worrying, very worrying... But another droplet landed on her head and washed all those thoughts away... Nothing else mattered right now... Nothing but the liquid...

It was becoming so difficult to even sit now, so Sasha lay her body down. Every movement sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, and she could hardly make anything out now... Or think at all... Her body looked slightly translucent now... And that wasn't right, right...? It was supposed to be opaque... Or was it clear...? She was supposed to be clear, wasn't she? Another droplet fell on her, and she began to grow more clear. Yes, that was right... She was clear... She spread out across the floor, her clear body beginning to melt, just as it should, of course. She'd been confused for a while, but now she was remembering things... She'd always been liquid, of course, it just took so long for her ripply brain to remember anything... She washed over the floor, cleaning up all that dirt and grime, washing away the clothes that had been left there somehow, before sinking into the drain below her... She filled the pipes, and could feel herself flowing all throughout the factory soon enough... Ready to remove friction and stress, as a good lubricant should...