A good thing she'd given up any pretense at being gifted with subtlety. She eyed him thoughtfully, then nodded, somehow doubting she could hurry that, or in fact that any efforts to do so would be successful, if he was intent on testing patience. "...By all means, if it's bothering you that much. Although, if enough of the other Foreigners rush for the showers at once, I wonder how the supply of hot water will handle it." That question made Raine herself pause her train of thought to consider; she didn't know how Anton handled the plumbing, nor whether or not magic was involved.

Shortly Raine shook herself, and shrugged, and turned to step into the shower. An exercise in patience it was, then. She laced her fingers together, stretching her arms out, and appreciated the heat. In a moment tacked on, over her shoulder, "And didn't you say you'd hate to get cold by undressing too early?"