Pita tried to keep her lip from curling. She’d barely walked in the door, and already he was propositioning her. And he wanted her clean. Given his cautious nature, it was a wonder he hadn’t asked her to take a test for VITAS too. "All right." she said, stepping into the bathroom. He didn’t have to tell her to clean up—she couldn’t wait. But she flipped him the finger after shutting the door anyway. She’d show him, all right. She’d take a shower. Not a long one—she didn’t particularly enjoy getting wet any more. But she’d let the water run for a good long time.