Little after dawn
Scherezade didn't do much of the sleep thing these days. While it was true that she was no longer chased by the Darkness in her dreams, she still felt a gigantic discomfort with the whole being unconscious thing. Sleep never felt safe to her, not since the day she was broken out of the pebble, and it continued to feel unsafe without a Shield of Darkness to give her some sanity on the matter. Yet where her heart had for so long bled at the thought of that, there was now a certain numbness. It was not a scar, not yet, but the wound was closing. Sometimes she wondered if it would ever truly heal.
She had woken up long before dawn, fretting around her little kitchen to prepare more of her air dried sausages, before taking her Loth Wolf Baal on a morning run. They'd returned just as the sun was rising, but there was still no rest inside of her. Running from mission to mission, doing double, sometimes triple work, on top of other obligations she had and was counting down to when they would be over, the idea of having a few days off was entirely foreign to her, and was enough to cause anxiety.
So she'd packed a bag full with her weapons and blades, and headed to the Citadel. At that hour, there were very few organics there anyway, which means she could pick the training room of her choice. Quickly enough, she found her favorite one; the last one down the hall. It was small, and offered less options than some of the bigger training rooms, but she liked the intimacy of it, the privacy of it. To find it taken by others on occasion almost felt like she was getting trespassed.
Not bothering with the door, Scherezade set the area up. Bullseyes floated all around the room, and she closed her eyes, balancing one of her Czerka Knives in her hands. She didn't even have to look anymore. All it took was just focusing, and throwing.
Her first Knife hit the bull's eye right in the center. As did the ten that followed it.
She called it warm up.