Holy shit she was tired.

It felt like it had taken forever to find her way back home. Well, back to the Ark, anyways. Not that this place hadn't practically been home to her for the past... however many years. Two? Three? More. A lot. Under Otto's reign the Ark hadn't always thrived, no, but she'd watched him make it grow into something with a reputation. Something desirable, even. The underground fighting thing had caught on pretty quickly and the past few years or so seemed to be the best ones so far. She remembered the bloody competitions, the crowded, sweaty, smelly cargo room packed with a blood thirsty audience and die hard competitors. Yeah. It'd been pretty fuckin' cool.

The memories came flooding back to her in short bursts of colorful images but Minn was never one to reminise for long. She was hungry and tired, and not to mention goddamn sick of hauling her worn and withered duffle bag around over her shoulder. It was time for one long. ass. nap.

As she wandered into the familiar ship with its sketchy and unconventional enterances, Minn glanced around as she trodded about. It smelled different. Looked a little different too, but not by much. Same stairs. Same layout. Different feel. Different... 'owner'. Her nose wrinkled idly at the thought of the black panther that had somehow managed to worm his way into Otto's life and take over what the polar bear had started. Corrosive little shit. What was his name again? Tetris? Tetnis?

Minn vaguely remembered him. Glimpses here, glimpses there. She'd been around that night he'd killed Otto, though. Didn't see it. Just heard about it. Hard not to. Harder to forget the reason you left home in the first place. A lot of Otto's pack left, fewer stayed. At the time Minn hadn't been interested in sticking around, but shit. Running away just took too much effort. To be honest she wasn't sure what she'd expected to find upon returning. Currently the Ark looked a little abandoned but that didn't mean much. It always seemed like that for the most part, save for fight nights. She knew better, though. The smells were too fresh, the feeling too strong. People were here. Just maybe not at the moment. Terrabite wouldn't let all his hardwork go to waste that fast. He wouldn't give up. Didn't seem like the type.

Minn didn't so much as glance at the throne in the arena room as she clomped up the stairs, duffle bag slung over her shoulder and bouncing as she went. Being mauled by the new tenants didn't really scare her. It was hard to spook someone who just didn't give a shit. If they wanted to pick a fight they could do it after she'd slept. This had been her home first, anyways. She was just reclaiming her own little part of that - and maybe some of the fridge, too. The farthest room was the one she was most interested in. It was the one Otto had claimed as his and she was mildly curious about what exactly they'd done with it. Storage closet out of spite? Without a seconds hesitance she pushed open the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her, letting her duffle bag fall to the floor with a thud. Shit, it was dark in here. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, squinting as she stood in the silence. Well. It was definitely not a storage closet!

Actually, from what she could make out - it was far more luxurious than anything Otto had ever bothered to do. Even in the dark she could make out the details of the gold accents of furniture and bedframe. There was another obnoxious throne seat and more polished wood than she cared for but hey - as long as the bed was comfortable. And damn. It looked very comfortable. It didn't take long for her to strip off her jeans and jacket, tossing them onto a heap on her duffle bag which she'd shoved into a corner. A soft groan of pure pleasure left her throat as she touched the exceptionally plush comforter and it was almost too much to handle. She hadn't seen a bed as fabulous as this in a long, long time, and it wasn't long until she was burried entirely beneath it.

Passed. Out. See you after hibernation was over.