The air is still warm from his shower, the mirror still half-gogged. She flashes him another bright smile as she steps in, eyes shut, sighing pleasantly. She understands very little of her future self, but this one room shows that her tastes haven't changed entirely.

She ducks her head under the spray for a moment, and when she surfaces, wiping the water from her eyes, she reaches out toward him.

"Come here," she demands. Now that she's got permission to touch him, she's impatient every time they part.