[Towels don't take very long, since she and a few of the others who've been through a few jumps have taken to scattering them around in strategic spots. She brings him two, 'cause wiping off and covering oneself is great, but it's not as good as being actually clean. She perks up a little in the meantime too; sucks to be Mike, but if Tillman's not here then maybe he really is back with his wife and daughter. Maybe even Simon, that little shithead. That's something to be thankful for. So when she returns, she gives him the towels and a mostly-sincere grin.]

Nice to meet you, Agent Mike Banning. I'd shake your hand, but...

[It's been on your junk, and all.]

Uh, let's see. Showers are thataway, and I'm sorry to say they are both communal and co-ed. You found your locker, so you're ahead of the curve there. Most people take the room number that matches their nanites [illustrative pointing to her own number which is - oops, covered by his shirt] 'cause the doors recognize you automatically, but some people just go wherever. There's usually more to that but you don't seem like the kind of guy who needs to be told not to eat the pod goo.