He wastes no time wrapping himself up in the towel, drying off his face as he walks out of the bathroom. And he stops outside the doorway, looking at his pile of clothes left in a pile from earlier and ... Putting those on would mean all the effort to get a bit cleaner would be wasted, and he didn't bring any from the ship.

"I don't have a change of clothes," he says, covering half his face with a hand as he huffs wryly at himself.