"Oh, I think I can handle it, cowboy.  Don't you worry..."  And as he bends over, she laughs in surprise and embarrassment at the close placement of him.  She looked, certainly, but didn't stare, turning and hunching up with the laughter.  "What are you, a cat?"  she then turns back, thinking about being even more bold in her teasing, but shying away from that impulse, and accepts the soap with a smirk that he can easily read on her face at the close proximity.<br/><br/>She begins to unwork the pleat of hair at her head.  As it turns out, the tightly-braided hair she'd worn under her hat for days is longer than expected, and brushes at her shoulderblades in long, thick wet ropes as she rubs the soap over her arms, under them, across her belly and waist.  Feeling a little self-conscious, she half turns away, but pauses, turns back.  Stows the shyness away for some other moment.<br/><br/>She'd never showered with a complete stranger before, but... perhaps it was the emotion of it, or some desperation in her to be needed or wanted by only people in the world she still knew to be alive... still, as unlike her as it was, she didn't care.  She let him watch without shame as she worked the soap through her hair, bent over to scrub her thighs.  She used a communal shower back at the gym, and she was still partly dressed, right..?  "Anybody else need the soap?" she asks as she stands straight, taking one soapy hand into the waistband of her underwear before demurely turning away from the other three to finish washing.