[She returns his smile and copies his actions when he makes room for her at the sink, splashing water on her face and reusing his towel when she's done. Good enough. His shirt is open by the time she looks again, and it's surreal. Bruce undressing in her bathroom. Bruce staying the night.]

Hmm? Oh, yeah, they should be down here somewhere. [From the cabinet under the sink, she digs out an opened pack of women's razors, still in their cardboard and plastic packaging, and passes over one.] The rest of the stuff you'll need should be in the stall.

I'm going to go [re-center and satisfy my paranoia] do a couple of things while you do that. Are you good to go?