Razzly takes note of the mans reaction and is torn between disgust and arousal. On the one hand, it felt good that someone was taking notice of her despite her grimy, oil-smudged, and greasy appearance, the trademark of a mechanic who's been elbow deep in machinery guts. On the other hand she did not appreciate being oggled by a stranger.  At least he seemed to be embarrassed about his arousal, otherwise he would have flaunted it.  She shook her head to clear it of such notions. Now wasn't the time to get all steamy eyed like a teenage schoolgirl. Now was the time to wash up and recuperate. She hadn't forgotten how she felt about the battle last night, even if she was trying to upgrade her mech. Perhaps a hot, steamy shower alone would be a good way to clear her head.  Before she realized it, she was in the womens barracks and removing her clothes.<br/>