When she judged her hair was likely sufficiently rinsed, Raine twisted a little to glance up at him, trying to gauge exactly how much of that was simple teasing. "Very well," she said momentarily, and stepped a little away, reaching to retrieve and hand to him the soap he'd need. She made no move to turn away from him again, however, rather stood where she was, collected her hair over one shoulder. Absently she gauged the length again -- ridiculous -- but her attention was for the most part on Solomon. "Don't let me get in your way."