It's too close in this stall for him to have not caught what she said, but he doesn't respond to it, not sure that it was meant for his ears. Is that what she fears? It's not hard, when you're as drained of everything as she is, to feel like the world around you may be madness... he knows it himself, and he knows that old aphorism about her family. But he thinks she's only very tired.

After her fingers curve around his shoulders, he nods, firm and definite, then bends down in the cramped space to open the box and take her towel out. Handing it to her, he finds his own, then opens the door so there's room for each of them to dry off.