So it begun, already an onlooker questioning him as to why he did the things he did, without stopping to really have thought about it. Dropping the clothes from under the pit of his right arm into his hand, he held it so that it covered the front of his form, before turning to face her.<br/><br/>"Oh... you know..." he paused, saying in an overly sweet voice. "I just figured it was such... perfect weather to go strolling in the buff. Nothing like getting that morning airconditioning to the groin." He was clearly mocking the situation he found himself in, but in a way that was making light of the situation without belittling the woman. They were all stuck here in this<i>detention</i>and would probably remain so until the outlived their usefulness. There was no need to make enemies, but he wasn't exactly on the market for friends either, the majority of the people having come across as slightly sociopathic.<br/><br/>"In all honesty, it's better than having to clean clothes I would've worn to the shower anyway. This way I am at least saving some of the effort here." He shifted his clothes a bit more, making sure that the now unfolded pants covered himself with a modicum of decency, not that he cared. It's not like his ass wasn't on display or every other part of him from the years of being monitored. However, it was to protect her modesty, or in other words, to keep her off his back.<br/><br/>He gave a nod of the head, before turning around again, getting ready to walk towards the shower. He stood rather tall against the lighting that had back-lit him from down the hallway, the glow of the lights through the doorway and off the sterile environment illuminating every nook, cranny, and imperfection of his form. Standing at nearly six feet four inches tall, he stood in stark contrast to the overly white tones of the sterile environment, his back side well toned and pulled into muscle groups that were sufficiently defined as to give him a fit look.