Tarrok let her go, despite really not wanting to part. To say he'd gotten real attached to her, to the physicality of her, was an understatement. It just felt so right, so good. The saiyan had to console himself with the knowledge she'd be in his arms all night long, once they'd settled down.<br/><br/>Toweling off was more a time thing with him. Even when saiyans did get concerned about their appearances, it was always rougher and wilder than any other humanoid. Most of the care was getting his tail dry. While he hadn't had any trouble growing out of the immature pains when someone handled the tail, he still didn't like squeezing on the thing.<br/><br/>His choice in clothing wasn't as garish as the set he usually threw on when going civilian. More casual than anything else, sure, but the colors were muted and cool. Plus, this time he could let his tail hang free instead of hiding it under his shirt. As much he griped about his people, hiding what he was always rubbed him wrong.<br/><br/>That left getting the take along ready. Simple storage container, plus one of the spare sheets. He had tangential knowledge that people laid down those when they went on picnics, but he couldn't place where he'd learned that. Was it on a job, or somewhere else? Not the sort of thing he'd expect to have soaked in, given his line of work.<br/><br/>Tarrok gave her a quick sniff when Aiko passed. Technically, he could have smelled her anywhere on the ship. Most people didn't give saiyans credit for having good noses. But she was here, he was here and he liked how she smelled so deal with it.