Have a wash, lady!

When she's reunited with her family on the ship...

She has who knows how many weeks of unwashed sweat and grime and stink, not to mention literal zombie infection blood and fluids of all manner all over her and in her hair....but nah, hug and cuddle everyone - including your little daughter - and lay on that starched clean bed in your quarters before you bother with even a basic shower.

If the hygiene aboard the ship is at a reasonable level people would have been retching when she was within a few feet of them.

Ugh. It genuinely bothered me.