"Uh huh. I figured that out after having my ass frozen off. I think the chunk of ice with my left buttcheek skidded over to where you are." Jal chuckled, draping her arms over the edge of the stall as her own shower's temperature actually upgraded from 'nipple-tightening cold' to 'barely lukewarm'<br/><br/>"Crap like this I expected in basic training, not in a base with enough power and heat systems to melt all the snow in a five-mile wide circle." Jal looked over at Shi for a moment, then chuckled. "Do you ever take that visor off?"<br/><br/>The soap was the classic 'Clint Eastwood' type; wouldn't clean crap off of anything, and was hard as a rock, but it formed suds after several moments, so Jal began washing herself, starting with her arms and shoulders, slowly rolling the soap bar around her neck like a massage rock before dipping it lower, cleaning her ample bosom, and taking extra time to ensure that the small barbels through each nipple were totally clean before she moved lower, washing the rest of her torso and abdomen.<br/><br/>Pausing to rinse some of the soap from her hands and arms, she then decided to clean her long hair, the shampoo working better than the soap for cleaning, as well as washing all of her back for her, though she rinsed and re-washed her hair twice while listening for any comments from Shi. Ducking down, she used the soap to scrub her legs, working constantly but gently, and, finally, she carefully cleaned her last two piercings, the navel barbel and clitoral hood barbel taking slightly longer than the upper pair.