Meredith is surprised to say the least, and automatically covers herself with her hands, though most of her body is under the hot water.<br/><br/>"Oh.  Umm, yes.  Yes, I .. suppose you are right."<br/><br/>She glances behind her, face somewhat flushed.<br/><br/>"You are .. sure that I am not distracting you unduly?"<br/><br/>She hesitates a moment, then raises an arm out of the water, to grasp her wine glass.  Steam rises off of her skin, as water drips off of it.<br/><br/>She sips her wine, apparently finding Zemok's attention more welcome she shifts to allow him easier access to sponge down her back.  Her free hand, he notices, has risen out of the water as well and rests on the edge of the iron-bound wooden tub.