HK was still shivering slightly by the time he sat down at an isolated seat in the cafeteria. The cold water had been a real shock, but he had continued to try to clean this disgusting meatbag body, while also trying to not get hypothermia.

His hair was still wet and cold. Little drops of water kept on sliding down his head from where they had nested in the short black strands. HK was not happy. He never was when he wasn't killing things, but now he was really unhappy.