"It's fine," he told her. "My place is just as bad. It's got a certain charm, like you."<br/><br/>Drak didn't take a second to think about taking a shower. Not only did he want it to feel a bit better, part of him didn't want to look so improper around a woman like Ziv. He quickly got into the bathroom and pulled off his shirt. The bloody hole stuck to his shirt, and the bacta patch almost came off on it's own. He could feel the stinging and the size of the wound. His shoulder hurt as he pulled the shirt over it. It felt out of place so he was certain it wasn't broken, just dislocated. He thought of putting it in place himself, but wasn't sure how to go about doing it. The wound on his leg was the most difficult to surpass. The clothing had singed and mixed with his flesh, making every pull a bit of a bloody mess. It was a bit disgusting, and Drak just wanted to get it over with. He looked at his pile of clothes, and part of him wished he could go back to Meena's ship to get his bag with his clothes and his money. Perhaps Ziv had her own clothes, or he could at least clean the ones he had, holes and all.<br/><br/>He was a bit worried about this 'friend' that she was calling upon. However as long as he and Ziv kept their mouths shut, he was sure he'd be fine. He needed someone who knew what they were doing though. She yelled to him through the door that her friend was going to be there soon, so he quickly turned on the water, and was under the warmth. It felt good, but just not on his wounds. He could feel the layers of sweat, mud, and garbage wash off, like he was getting rid of the day. It felt good to step out, dry himself off, and wrap the towel around him. He looked into the mirror and felt somewhat presentable.<br/><br/>He opened the door, trying to not act too embarrassed at being half naked in front of Ziv, and asked, "you wouldn't happen to have some clothes my size? Mine aren't exactly... presentable."