Meanwhile, Drifter was being an absolute diva. In this instance, taking his sweet ass time as the hot water would pour over his body, easing the tension of his muscles and bringing some much-needed relaxation. His armor was set in the sonic sani-steamer, allowing the grime and remnants of that trek through the sewer to be gently vibrated away.
The man himself stood naked under the flow of water. His one hand pressed flat against the wall, head hanging down as streams of hot, silver trails would saturate and drip down his hair. What the armor and helm hid from view was evident under that bright overhead halolight. The pale pink keloid of scars that would score across his left shoulder and that nub of his arm that remained. The blast had incinerated his arm, the flames and energy had peeled back skin, muscle, and bone to dust. Along the left side of his flank was a scattering of similar burn scars, visible by their shiny polish against his tanned skin. The amount of money and medical care his parents had spent on his recuperation was evident on the fact that the majority of his scars were not a twisted mess. However, he had left the family home before any of the treatments could be completed, leaving him with the remnants. To the right the dark, inky script of his father's crest was tattooed over his right pectoral, sweeping along the right shoulder and down his bicep and arm in a full sleeve.
Bruises would line his back, arms, and chest. Aching sore spots that would remind him that he was alive. With a deep exhale, the man tipped his head back, letting the water push his hair away from his scruffy face. After a second, he took a step back, shaking the water from his face as he shut the shower off. Twin orbs of citrine would open, fringed with long, dark spiky lashes that any woman would say were too pretty to be on a guy. Well, he hadn't been joking about that one.
His eyes were
ever so pretty.
[ Are you done using up all the hot water? ] Alex's voice would cut the relaxing silence, prompting a roll of those orange orbs. Taking a towel, he began to dry himself off, exiting the ensuite refresher to his room.
"What are you? The water security? " he shot back, making his way over towards the embedded wall with the closet and drawers for some clothes.
[ Your guest was already done almost half an hour ago. ] she'd relay, moving to hover over by his right side.
"Oh, pity - why were you spying on her? " he inquired, mirth and a certain mischievousness in his tone,
" Got any good holovideos? "
[ Don't be lewd. She's in Aela's quarters. ] which of course, explained everything. Not that every cabin had monitoring capabilities, Alex was just through. But Aela had her room specifically set to ensure the refresher was free from oversight.
Drifter laughed, opening the closet with a soft slide of the door. Instead of reaching for his normal casual gear, he went for a lighter version of his armor. This one had been made for ease of using along with desert worlds like Tatooine or Jedha. It also had allowed him to use a version of a helm with
polarized goggles and rebreather instead of a full visor.
[ Why are you putting that on? ] Alex asked her ocular sensor widening and zooming in.
Drifter gave a smirk, one could almost see the devilry in his citrine eyes when he simply said,
" Oh, gotta keep up appearances, Alex. Keep a girl guessing." 
