Six Sentence Sunday

Okay, I can handle six sentences. From Bridgebuilders:

Moira peeled the t-shirt off as she entered the locker room, too hot to leave it on another minute. She continued to strip on her way to the showers, carting the sweat-soaked clothing with her just long enough to toss it all into the hamper in the corner. The laundry ‘bots would take care of it from there. She could’ve left it strung out on the floor and they still would’ve taken care of it, but Moira had principles. Besides, she didn’t need the demerits the ‘bots would have recorded against her.

She reached the shower just as a group of girls entered the locker room, breathing hard as she was, but full of jeering energy, anyway.