"I'm in the bathtub, Tuttle," yelled Maya, unwilling to give up her comfort. But the knocking came again, insistent, sharp.<br/><br/>"Maya, now. You know you don't want to attract attention."<br/><br/>Maya grunted with irritation. He was right, as usual. And she owed him. But damn it all...<br/><br/>"Just a minute!"<br/><br/>She got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself. Clad in that, and nothing but a silver crucifix nestled in her cleavage, she undid the safeties and opened the door. The distinguished looking gentleman, looked at her, at her cleavage and the fact that the towel wasn't big enough to hide overly much and cleared his throat after blushing a bit and moving past her into the apartment.<br/><br/>"Er, uh, could you get dressed please?"<br/><br/>"Gimme a minute boss," said Maya and grabbed clean clothes, before heading into the bathroom once more.