The sudden surge of testosterone that filled the small room was impossible to miss.  It smacked her right in the nose as she was closing the flimsy door to the bathroom.  Unsure of how exactly to handle it, Clara chose instead to focus on the hot shower that awaited her.  It felt like so long since she had last had the chance to cleanse her body.<br/><br/>The shower itself was nothing special - a nondescript once-white tub that smelled faintly of bleach with a flimsy white plastic curtain to keep the water contained.  Whoever had last cleaned the room had left the ubiquitous bar of soap and small bottles of cheap shampoo, conditioner, and lotion on the counter next to the sink.  The towels looked scratchy but a quick sniff revealed they were clean, if not washed with a bit too much bleach.  It wasn't what she was used to but it would do.<br/><br/>Clara reached into the shower to twist on the water, making it far hotter than the average person would be able to stand for an extended period of time.  Twisting the third knob did nothing at first but a second later, water began to spurt and sputter from the showerhead.  She sighed, resigning herself to a shower with what might the worst water pressure on the planet.  The bra and underwear were peeled off and tossed carelessly on the tile floor.  Turning her back to the mirror, Clara examined the line of bruises that ran across her back, grumbling under her breath about stupid trees and stupid men who threw her into trees.<br/><br/>Her pity party was short though.  The shower awaited her presence.  Scooping the toiletries from the sink, she stepped into the shower.  Washing her body and her hair didn't take very long at all.  Clara was quite used to quick showers but tonight, she lingered, letting her mind go over everything Hanz had told her about himself and where he had come from, everything that had happened since she'd been sent after him, and what their plan moving forward would be.  The thought of going their own ways wasn't an option right now; they stood a far better chance working as a team.<br/><br/>It wasn't running out of hot water that finally chased her from the shower.  It was running out of thoughts.  Hanz was a large unknown and until she knew him better, it was hard to make plans that could very well get mucked up when the angry giant had a chance to put his two cents in.  If this pairing was going to have any hope of working out for any amount of time, they were going to have to play nice and learn to get along.  After a nod of encouragement for her new plan of attack, Clara grabbed one of the bigger scratchy towels and used it to tousle her hair dry before toweling off her body and dropping the towel on the floor.  Lotioning was next.  It was important to take care of one's skin.  Unfortunately, the small bottle of lotion with it's cloyingly sweet cheap floral scent would have to do even if the aroma made her want to gag.<br/><br/>Grabbing a dry towel, she wrapped it around her body and headed back into the room.  "Hanz?  Can you just check my back?  I can't see all of it and I want to make sure it heals cleanly."  As she spoke, she turned her back to the bed and loosened the towel just enough that it dipped to reveal most of her back.  Checking each other for injuries was something she and Reed had always done as part of their post-mission routine aftercare.  He wasn't Reed but he was her partner for now and partners supported each other.