[ And idiot that he is, Fuuta doesn't even realize she's doing anything; he's honestly too distracted by the fact that a naked woman appeared in his shower stall. Like, yeah, okay, this freakshow of a place being the way it is means everyone's way more casual about nudity than they really should be, but ... like? Still? That isn't normal? ]

Are you serious? You think I'm concerned about my ... wash time?

[ The longer this conversation(?) goes, the harder it is to keep his eyes averted the whole time. Even if he doesn't intend to stare, he can't help the way his gaze drifts over to the expanse of feathers laid over her body; what is she, some sorta bird-human hybrid? (Sure, why the hell not. Like this place can't get any weirder.) ]

You just appeared outta nowhere. In a shower stall. You don't know where you are, and you're worrying about a stranger's wash time? Did you hit your head that hard?