Once Gladio had gotten back to the train, he knew he really, really wanted a shower. But since those were all full and there was a line a mile wide for each of them, he ended up getting himself a bowl of water from the kitchen and carried it back to his cabin.

He peeled his flight suit off down to his waist and sat down to examine the injuries he'd sustained during the mission. The ones he could see anyway.

They looked worse than they were. Dried blood caked most of his arm and the bite itself had dried up as well. He sighed and, after having taken his towel out of his cubby, he dipped an end into the bowl of water and began to clean himself up.