She has a room. With a useable door and a steamclean station to stand in and let fragrant mist cleanse her body of the stink of below. And fresh clothes, more denim and a thin t-shirt with a jacket to match. Didi tucks her filthy rags, what's left of her gifted wear from Elian, into the trash slot, acutely please to know they will be sliding down to the very pod she just unblocked and the remains will be composted to feed the crew.

Feels fitting they can eat her ...