Derek knew there were eyes on him as soon as Steel had spoken. Steelâ€™s growling had made things feel even worse. â€œThank you, Steel. Iâ€™ll be back down in a few minutes.â€ He took his shoes off near the door, and grabbed a small plastic bag from the kitchen for his wet clothes to go into after changing. He quickly ran up the stairs, not particularly enjoying being soaked.  Someone had placed notes on the rooms with the name of whoever now owned that room. He found his name on one and found a container with his clothes. He would be able to sort through his stuff later; he just needed a simple set of clothes. After finding a green shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and some boxers, he tossed his wet clothes into the bag he brought and changed. â€œAh, much better,â€ Derek sighed contently. He placed the bag near the wall and made his way to the stairs, where he heard the exchange between Maya and Shane.<br/><br/>After walking back down the stairs, he was careful not to do any staring. Steel was probably mad at him, and he didnâ€™t want to make things worse. He wouldnâ€™t be surprised if Shane had been informed, and that wouldnâ€™t make things any better. All he could do was shrug it off and hope for the best when he approached the bottom of the stairs. â€œNow Iâ€™m dry again. Where do you guys need me?â€