“That’s the sink,” Dale said, pointing to the left wall. “Over there is a . . . uh, I don’t know what those are called. It’s a butt-sink. As for the rest, it’s . . . you know, modern design. Low flow, paperless. Designed to be used without hands. You’ll figure it out.” He gave her a helpful push and pulled the door shut. “I’ll just wait out here and give you some privacy.”