She wanted to talk, and at the same time she didn't.  She had a lot of things going on in her head already, and the appearance of his former..  whatever, and the threat not even vaguely hidden in the woman's words, had only serve to tilt her world a little further off kilter.  She did pause to kiss him before disappearing into the shower.<br/><br/>While she was in there she focused intently on what she was doing, wash, rinse, wash hair, rinse, condition, rinse..  shave underarms, and so on.  In so doing she kept herself from thinking, at least until she was out.  She eventually ended up wrapped in a towel, another round her hair, sitting on the end of her bed.  The room smelled like their lovemaking, and she wondered in a vague way if she smelled like him.<br/><br/>