Moore's exasperated expression slowly turned to Maggie as he stood under the showerhead, which had all but fallen silent.  Despite his clear frustration, he managed a small, almost jovial smile for her as he quipped.  "Nope, shower works fine.  It just gets performance anxiety when a pretty girl watches."  He returned his attention to the showerhead for a brief moment, glaring daggers at the thing.  It almost seemed to belch in response, latent air in the system erupting from the pipes before it died completely.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the cramped shower compartment towards Maggie.  From the side, it was clear that he was well built, but turning towards her revealed a more favorable angle on his sculpted chest and abs, as well as tasteful pelvic cleavage diving into the front of his low-rise canvas trousers.  He'd begun to bruise on his left side, but it did little to mottle the view.  He took a quick look around the room, and something caught his attention: water droplets on the window.<br/><br/>"Small miracles..." he muttered, with perhaps just a hint of appreciation in his voice.  He moved past Maggie, the view from behind equally enjoyable, his powerful shoulders tying into a strong back, and those form-fitting canvas trousers revealed a firm, almost smackable ass.  He didn't seem to have a bad side, though he walked briefly past her, his voice calling out and distracting her from the view.<br/><br/>"The sulphur levels in the atmosphere were pretty low, right?" he asked, quickly stepping down the stairs and working his way back to the crack in the hull.  It was then that his 'bad side' hit Maggie square in the nose.  He did not smell as good as he looked.  Between the stress and the heat, all of that shimmering sweat came with a steep price.  His interest in a shower began to make more sense immediately.<br/><br/>He emerged from the ship, holding a hand out tentatively.  A light rain shower had begun outside, large droplets falling and splashing onto the stone bed the ship had come to rest on.  They fell more sparsely but each splash was substantial -- the lower gravity must have meant a lower terminal velocity for the water, allowing the condensed beads of water to form larger masses as they descended from the chilly heights.  As one splashed onto Moore's hand, he gave a brief shiver but his eyes lit up, a goofy, toothy smile crossing his lips as he felt the clean liquid flow over his fingers.  He waited for several long moments to ensure that there were no ill side effects of the rain -- he didn't want to go soak himself in acid, after all -- before stepping out from under the ship's protective cover, his arms raising just slightly as the rain began to splash onto him, coursing down his body and soaking his pants.<br/><br/>He stood in the rain for several long moments, the chill water almost steaming off of his skin.  Each shivering breath was visible against the cool humid air, but the smile on his face and the soft gasps as he relaxed revealed just how high his body temperature must have spiked.  The cold felt glorious, and clean, and refreshing.  "Ooooh, that's the good stuff," he moaned as he looked up into the sky, wetting his face.