Lex was relieved when she chose the shower over investigating, and he was about to remark as such until he heard the rustle of fabric. He quirked an eyebrow at the sound. Was she naked? He supposed it didn't really matter one way or the other since there was nothing to be seen, at least not by him. But at her statement about how hot it was going to get, he coughed nervously to clear his throat. He cautiously pulled his long-sleeved shirt overhead, pausing before he moved to the t-shirt underneath just in case she were to throw something at him and tell him to wait his turn. Shoes, socks, and jeans would follow shortly after. His boxers he would leave on and just pray that they were anything but white. He could always just change into an extra pair that he was thankful he'd had the foresight to grab at the house. By the time he'd managed to make it beneath the stream of water, it warmed up considerably, enough to make him sigh as he let himself experience the simple comfort of a shower. Water trickled over his shoulders and down his back, collecting at the rim of his boxers. He dragged his hands back through the mess that his hair had become, absently pulling and untangling a few knots. It would have been even better if they'd had a few extra luxuries. Soap, shampoo, things of that nature. And if he'd had the foresight, he probably would've even suggested having Blue dig through some of the personal crates at the end of the beds until she found some. Lex still couldn't raise a complaint though, it was running water and it was warm-ish, so he was already feeling quite pampered. He'd just have to keep the personal crates in mind for next time.