Maggie had cast her eyes aside out of habit when the shower door opened out of modest habit, but her gaze shot back to it once it was shut again. She blinked a few times, staring in blindsided shock. Her anger remained, though it mingled with truly stunned awe.<br/><br/>"You mean in there- with you? Are you fucking<em>insane</em>?" She asked, her voice reaching a pitch she normally refrained from releasing around band mates. She entered the bathroom, letting the door shut behind her, and moved to the shower. She couldn't see Boston through the dense steam. He must have been showering in near scalding water. After a few labored breaths, she rested a palm against the glass.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't mind talking either, but you can't just blackmail me out of my clothes - certainly not over fucking hot water." To think her dignity could be bought for the most meager comforts only added insult to injury.<br/><br/>