Her head tilted to the side as she considered the apology. "You say that like you were powerless to stop it." She observed, her tone clearly indicating she wasn't entirely convinced that was the case. Baggage or no, it wasn't as if some spirit of Boston'd past had taken possession of his body and<em>compelled</em>him to eject her from the bunk. Despite how radically her perspective on the drummer had shifted in the past few hours, she refused to think of the man as helpless.<br/><br/>Expelling a heavy sigh, she folded over and cuffed up the legs of her jeans. "I don't want things to be weird between us - especially not if it could hurt the tour." She called, standing up. No need to punish the whole crew for her lapse into weakness and stupidity. She drew a deep breath, squaring of her shoulders before she stepped into the shower. Boston came into view, but rather then look at him, she directed her gaze downward and off to the side of his bare feet.<br/><br/>"I know this might be difficult for you to wrap your head around. This bus is practically a nudist colony on wheels, but getting naked in front of someone is still something of a big deal for me. I mean, I kept my shirt on while you were fucking my brains out. That ought to say something." She shrugged, gripping at her elbows. For a moment, a ghost of her smile hung on her lips.