She's quick to step out of the shower stall, finding it to be too tight a space with him not there. A careless pat-down has her dry enough, so she wraps the towel around her and ducks back into the stall to retrieve her oversized shirt. She's half a mind to use it as a second towel for her hair, but decides against it; just because she's no issue with nakedness doesn't mean Jon feels the same.

When the shirt's pulled over her head, she pats her hair down, and will do so as they make their way back to his bed. Whoever was in the shower room with them is gone now. Just as well. The halls seem to be abandoned as well as they make their way through, and she wonders if most of their comrades have decided sleep is a far wiser option.

How can any of them sleep, she wonders, twining her hair into a haphazard single braid. It would be dealt with in the morning.