Well, he wasn't worse, which was good enough Bunny supposed. She's a bit tired from the run, but she'd survive once her breathing slowed. She dropped her bag inside her main cabin, lacking it mentally behind her as her comm synced to her system. Easy to do with one hand; just a single clip and go.<br/><br/>|Welcome home| she says to Leon with her comm, before trying to put him on his feet with a hand on his arm. |Go ahead and drop the pants; you won't need them inside here. I'm going to get you in the warm shower, drop my gear, and I'll join you, okay?|<br/><br/>And indeed she would; the shower was a normal standing one without a tub, a tad small but luckily neither of them were terribly large in frame. Bunny made sure he was seated opposite the head, comfortable in the shower before she turned it on and left. Thankfully tech was good these days for house-boats; it could have taken a while to heat water, now it was basically instantaneous.<br/><br/>She put the burn-comm of his on the bathroom counter, and quickly went to put her guns down in her armory/workstation, before stripping on her way to the bathroom. The fun part was always getting out of her second-skin; had to literally be peeled off to get out of it properly. Such fascinating gear...<br/><br/>Her fine clothes set aside - she'd need to call in a pick-up dry-cleaner to get them cleaned - the now-naked and saltwater-covered Bunny moved to join the shower once more, crawling in with him and sitting up against him (if seated, or standing in front nice and close otherwise). She tapped him and held up the 'okay' sign, knowing he couldn't understand her signing... or at least assuming he couldn't...