Leon looks around. "I think I already dropped the thing some ways back. I'm not sure when, though." And true to his words, the makeshift pants are nowhere to be seen when entering the boat. Not even a peek out on the dock coming towards the boat will have it turn up.<br/><br/>More importantly, in the shower, the dryad (presumptive) is standing in the water, cleaning off the salt water and possible remnants of the bio-work gel about as close to happily as a person can manage while experiencing but not quite suffering from a migraine can manage. After being tapped, he stares at the 'okay' sign for a few moments, at first uncomprehending, but then he gives an answer. "Sort of? I can feel the  head ache, but the stuff you gave me is keeping the actual pain away? I'm not sure how to explain it, really."