No one entered, but something sure is close to exiting!

"Huh?..." asked the confused Mackenzie.

No one was there. The bathroom was totally deserted.

Another thud echoed through the room, very similar to the one that startled her moments before. The door swung open and closed again. As it shut, it collided with her suitcase and pushed it back into the bathroom a foot or two. It seemed as though no one had actually entered the bathroom, and her suitcase, powered by the sway of the ship, had been the one that slammed the bathroom door open.

"Phew..." breathed the exasperated Mackenzie. Her little show actually had an audience of zero, at least as long as no one happened to be walking by at the exact moment when the door was open. She still hadn't been seen by anyone, so her positive shower test seemed to still hold true for the most part. Mackenzie regained a portion of her optimism that her vacation just might actually turn out to be embarrassment free!

But before she could confirm that, first she needed to liberate her towel from the clutches of the annoying little toilet stall latch.

Mackenzie had trouble spying what was wrong right down next to her hip, but as she gently tugged at the towel, it definitely seemed to be really badly wrapped around the little metal latch doohickey thing. She knew from past experience that just yanking on it tended to go extremely poorly for her, usually involving a massive rip in some manner. So, surely a more strategic solution was in order here...

...although Mackenzie was tempted to just pull as hard as she could. After all, if the test results were to be believed, surely the towel would simply come loose with a good tug.

The ship swayed again, causing her suitcase to ram the door halfway open again. The loud crashing noise caused Mackenzie to jump, and she nearly hopped right out of her stationary towel since it was stuck to the stall. Her heart didn't calm down until after the door shut again, which pushed her suitcase a few feet back into the bathroom again.

Mackenzie didn't like her other options either. She could step out of the towel to get a better look at what had it so wound up, or she could zip across the room for her suitcase and zip right back into a stall to get dressed.

Both required her to remove the towel and officially render herself totally nude in a public bathroom, so both options actually made yanking and possibly ripping her towel look pretty attractive.

Mackenzie couldn't just sit here weighing her options all day. The stupid weather made sure of that.

When the ship swayed again and her suitcase slammed hard into the door yet again, this time stronger than the last, Mackenzie knew time was of the essence. The door opened all the way, and even slammed into the wall outside. The suitcase teetered and swayed in the doorway, almost as if it were teasing Mackenzie, threatening that it could leave any moment it wanted to. After what felt like minutes (but was only a few seconds) where anyone walking by could see in the bathroom and witness her awkwardly leaning against a toilet stall in just a towel, the door eventually returned and bumped her suitcase back into the bathroom a few feet.

Mackenzie bit her lip and gathered her courage. She needed to act before something drastic happened, although she hoped to just get this little fiasco over with and move on with her hopefully totally mundane vacation afterward.

This better just be a fluke! the towel-wearing soaking-wet naked redhead wishfully thought to herself.