Jericho stood there, shocked at the whirlwind that this young woman was. He averted his eyes , catching view of the little black lace panties. He could feel his face burning as her shirt suddenly disappeared. "Um..." he cleared his throat, not entirely sure how to handle the situation. Looking down at the soaked carpet, he moved behind her to close the door still half open.<br/><br/>"Im Jericho, and also the person you're looking for. I apologize if I've offended you somehow. Would you like to come up and take a look at the place, and maybe get more towels?" he smiled slightly, attempting to be welcoming, but not very practiced at it.<br/><br/>"It's up on the third floor, and there are still three rooms available, so you'd have your choice of the three, should you wish to room with me."<br/><br/>Shifting his mind back into gear, he ignored the fact that he was talking to a half-naked woman, and turned on the efficiency.<br/><br/>"Would you prefer the elevator or the stairs?"