Hanz had every intention of just simply relaxing when Clara was going to head to the shower, but then he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. While Hanz may not have been the most up to date on social practices he was fairly positive this was not normally acceptable, especially considering what his body told him. The way the pants slowly eased off of her hips was highly erotic and it took a lot of will power not to grunt and groan. As it was he had to take a deep breath as the shirt she wore came next and down to what equated as a bikini Hanz had the ability to admire her body in detail. It didn't matter how utilitarian the bra and panties were they were still sexy,  and he watched with a keen interest as she headed into the bathroom, those hips swaying hypnotically.<br/><br/>"Yeah, more than likely," he replied back trying to keep his voice from cracking and then not so subtly adjusting the arousal in his pants so that it didn't show as much. When she was finally out of the picture, well in the shower Hanz sat up on the edge of the bed. He used the heel-toe method of taking his boots off, then peeled the buttons of his borrowed shirt off carefully, well the buttons that were left of course. He wasn't sure that the pants were a good idea to lose, and he folded the shirt to lay it on top of his boots, and placed the socks on either side of the boots. It would not be ideal to wear the socks or the underwear he had on again, but the choices presented to him were not very numerous.<br/><br/>While he lay there in the bed waiting for Clara to return, Hanz wondered about what had been done to her. Clearly it was not fun, and what she had told him made this place seem not so much better than the world he came from, or at least the government part of it. Of course it was too early to judge such things as he had not experienced things in full yet. He felt bad for her though, losing a mate, that must have been tough. While it was not something he had experienced Hanz had seen plenty of people who had lost loved ones, some of which he stole from them, and the tragic feelings that followed. He was good at picking up on feelings in general, and while his intuition the last day with Clara was not the best he also had a valid reason, from his standpoint, that he was lacking in food.<br/><br/>A map was something they were going to need, the thought popped into his head, it would help in planning things out, and give him a better idea of the layout around these parts. He placed his hands behind his head, interlocked them, and just stared up at the ceiling, bare chest rising and falling with each breath while naked visions of Clara came across his mind periodically making it somewhat difficult to focus on planning much more than he had already done.