The bath area was not at all what Trent expected. Instead of just bath tubs there were also showers which begged the question how they had water pumping way out in the middle of nowhere, and where did the water come from. Trent was weery of the whole scenario. His unwillingness to undress was not due to Sveta being naked at all, it was more that he wanted to be prepared to run if shit hit the fan. He knew that was likely to happen at any given moment. His trust for these men was less than his trust for the soldiers who were hunting him. They were at least upfront about their intentions while Lu and his men looked suspect at best and would likely stab a friend in the back if it would prove worthwhile.<br/><br/>He still resisted when she offered for him to wash her back, but she was persistent. A quality that Sveta seemed to have an abundance of. Whether it was persisting in conversation, coming with him, or now when she wanted him to join her. "Fine, but we need to make this quick." Trent relucted after a little while. There was nothing slow about how Trent took off his clothes, it was a speedy process. First the shoes and socks, which he bundled up into his shoes. Then his trousers and underwear came off in one pull, then lastly his shirt flipped over his head.<br/><br/>The air was not cold since there was steam from the baths and the shower so certain areas of Trent's anatomy did not shrivel up, though due to the danger of the circumstances he was also not aroused. "Look, I am not sure what you are hoping for, but this situation has murder written all over it. If we don't figure a way to sneak out soon I have a bad feeling Lu and his band of scum ot there are going to add us to their kill count." He kept his voice low, but there was a sense of urgency to it that dictated he was not happy or comfortable at all.