Kasumi tossed her seabag into her room, looked the place over, and winced.

Dunno if I can sleep on a futon.

She didn't remember that she ever had. Maybe when she'd been an infant?

So she started to look into where she could hang a hammock, whistling under her breath as she did so.

Maybe I can get a bonsai while I'm here... something hardy that can handle salt air...