Where she's been

D'Arcy-Jada Longwood would have loved to have been at the center of action,
fighting off fish-type men and other guys with scuba gear on. There was just one
problem: she couldn't see straight, never mind try to shoot or attack someone.
She was, at the moment, wandering the corridors of Blue Dwarf with a large
bandage on her head, the terrible eye-sore that it was. She had started to
wonder if the nurses had actually done anything else to her besides wrap her up
and send her off. Doctors on TV always put big bandages on the head of people
with concussions, but was the bandage all they did? Didn't they check to make
sure there was no brain damage or something?
She'd also heard that someone was supposed to help you around after you get a
concussion, but she had no one with her. Everyone was too busy with the
invasion.
DJ nodded, causing serious pain to her aching cranium. "I should be with them,
stopping those bastards," she thought aloud. "Nuke em!" She paused. "I think
I've been hanging with Penny Lloyd too much."
Just then, Katrina Swete rounded the corner, holding a harpoon gun and a mop.
"Jesus, what happened to you, DJ?" she asked, concerned.
"Went swimming," DJ answered.
Katrina only looked at her for a moment. "You look like you could use some
help."
DJ gave her a thumbs-up. "Damn right. But where are you going with a harpoon and
a mop?"
Katrina smiled slightly. "Anywhere I want."
DJ held her hands out. "That's the spirit. Let me have the harpoon, I'll go with
you."
"I don't think so," Katrina answered. She tossed DJ the mop. "Take this instead.
Pure maple wood handle and polyester mop head. You can't go wrong with this
baby."
DJ looked the sodden mop over before saying, "I'll mop the floor with em."
Katrina shook her head. "One condition; no cliches."