LB herself wasn't exactly feeling the greatest either -- one never really got used to the nauseous feeling after a jump drive -- but it wasn't any worse than usual and certainly not the reason she found herself traveling to the bathroom.

No, after cleaning that blue shit off of her (was there a better term for it? she didn't know of any), LB realizes that she really needed to relieve herself and that it would probably be better to get it out of her system, before zipping herself in her plug suit. Sure, there was an area on her suit (complete with written directions) that she could quickly separate to get out of if she needed to, but she didn't want to go through that effort.

So she travels to the bathroom stalls, in her underwear (along with her gun, because she's not going anywhere defenseless), not feeling the least bit of embarrassment about it. However, once she gets that far, she hears a slam. Feeling paranoid about what else might be in the room, she travels to the unlocked stall cautiously, pausing before quickly opening the stall.

Once she sees what's inside, however, LB quickly lowers the weapon, blinking as if she saw something that she really wasn't supposed to see.

"Uh... Murphy?" A nervous laugh passes. "Are you okay?"

Stupid question, but that was the first thing that came to her mind.