Joli appreciated that she could fluster the goblin slightly and only nodded at his words.  She did shut the door while she preformed the necessary biological functions that would have been embarassing to share.  But when she was done, she re-opened the panel door and thanked him again for the use of the facilities.  Then she stepped into the small cabinet that made up the shower and figured out which levers ran the water.  She moaned in sheer delight as warm water cascaded down her body.  Her skin felt alive and pure as the water sluiced away the dust of the mines and what sweat she'd built up.<br/><br/>"Blessed breast of Obad-Hai," she practically moaned, "That is a delight."  She washed herself, knowing that Jack could see her as she ran wet hands along her tight and supple flesh.  Knowing that he'd see the water streaming along her body, dripping from her erect nipples, coarsing down her full breasts, running between her legs, down her calves.  She stopped that line of thought as she felt arousal at the idea that she'd have a man watching her.  She needed to stop for it would be too easy to let her fingers trail low and touch...<br/><br/>No, she had to show some restraint.  This is why she'd gotten in trouble in her youth.  Too much pleasure, not enough focus on duty.<br/><br/>She toweled off, then wrapping the towel around her breasts, noticed it was barely long enough to cover her ass.  If she bent the wrong way, she'd expose herself to the goblin.  She came out of the bathroom and very carefully sat at the table.  In a show of modesty she tried to keep her knees together as she sat.  "I hope so too," she said.  She fluffed out her long golden hair to dry and said, "It's got to air dry before I put my leathers back on, you understand?"<br/><br/>She sighed and then began recounting the tale of the battle of the drow she'd come across.  She would leave out no detail other than the healing ointment she'd found.  She would even admit to scavenging the arrowheads and coins from the goblins.  But she hoped the knowledge that the drow patrol had almost been beaten would show some value.   She would finish it with, "...what I find most interesting is how the Drow were very keen on not letting you know how close the fight had been.  They seemed worried that the goblins would realize that they had almost won the battle.  They certainly took great pains to conceal that fact, and that is why I know that information has some value."<br/><br/>She wouldn't ask for any of his meal, but would eat it if offered.  She had rations and could eat those if he did not wish to share his meal.  But likewise if he did offer, she would accept, it would be rude not too.