[ The good news, if it's good, is that her own reaction is far calmer. In fact, it was almost a non-reaction, as she watched quietly the way he made himself small and louder in a panic, head tilting to lean against the edge of the shower door's frame. Then it sort of clicks, with the assumption that the person had to be far more gentle than most she'd know or had seen respond. ]

Ah, here, let's see if this helps.

[ Pulling back into the shower, the door closes for a brief moment before they exit while securing the towel around their hips. A far more masculine form goes over to kneel before the small ball of a person. ]

In this way, I can also use a towel. Arriving here is a little disorienting, right? The thing on your wrist welcomes you, but doesn't explain everything very well.