As soon as he indicated where she could find a towel, she headed off in that direction. Pleasantly surprised that he actually acted like a decent human for once, she helped herself to the towel from under the sink. Shaking it out, Claire tousled it through her hair before peering at herself in the mirror.<br/><br/>“Ugh,” she grumbled, sticking her tongue out at her reflection. The rain had done quite a number on her. Her hair was sopping wet despite the towel dry she’d attempted and her mascara had formed dark circles under her eyes. A quick glance around his bathroom showed that he had nothing she could use to clean up her face. The towel would just be far too rough to clean up around her eyes. Without thinking, Claire pulled her wet T-shirt over her head, wrapping a bit of it around her finger so she could dab at the dark smears under her eyes. Another look in the mirror revealed that while there was still mascara smeared under her eyes, she didn’t look like she’d been socked in the face.<br/><br/>Claire emerged from the bathroom, toweling her hair, just in time to hear the tail end of him telling her to poke around. Having not heard the beginning where he offered her clothes, she snorted in derision. “Poke around? What the hell am I going to find? A bed with sheets you haven’t changed in months? Piles of laundry? I’m not poking around your boat, Mark.”<br/><br/>With the way the towel was and how she had her head turned to dry the back of her hair, she wasn’t paying a lick of attention to where she was going. She crashed right into him. As she stumbled back, one hand shot out and grabbed at his upper arm for balance. “Goddamnit,” she muttered more to herself than to him.<br/><br/>The hand holding the towel fell to her side, the towel hanging loosely to the floor. The other hand had a mind of its own as it squeezed his bicep lightly.<i>Something</i>flickered across her face. Maybe the desire to kiss him, maybe the desire to slap him. Maybe both at the same time. Either way, she was standing right in front of him in her underwear, wet and chilled from the rain.<br/><br/>“Move, damnit,” she finally said a bit unconvincingly.