At Blue's exclamation, Lex decided that his shower was probably better served cold. Facing the stream of water, his hands felt out until they touched cold metal that he was just going to have to assume was the handle for the shower. He turned it to the left a bit and waited until he felt the lukewarm water chill against his skin.<br/><br/>"Go ahead and get me one, if you would," he called out to her, cupping water in his hands and splashing it across his suddenly very warm face for good measure. He turned the handle until the water stopped falling from somewhere above him. It was so much colder now, and Lex worked to ring out the water from his boxers and his hair so at least he would be slightly less damp. His hands came up to rub at his arms in attempts to use friction to keep himself warm. Alas, his skin was still damp and there was little friction to be had there, so he was doomed to suffer the cold until Blue came to retrieve him. It was unfortunately embarrassing. He imagined he couldn't look like more of a wet, half-naked rat. He couldn't even really remember where he'd set his clothes, now that he thought about it. But the more he started thinking about clothes, the more the realization dawned on him that his bag was still in the seat of Marcus' speeder. He had no boxers to conveniently change into. So, to wear damp boxers or just go without? He silently braced himself for an extra bit of chill when he next went outside either way.