He gets it. She likes that he gets it. She doesn't have to bother with anything in the way of explanation, a longwinded and detailed fumbling for words so he can get at least a semblance of an idea. No, with Columbus all she has to do is share a look and she knows when he knows.

It's a nice feeling.

She leans against the wall when they get inside, resting towel and clothes just outside the showers themselves before she sheds her leather jacket first, folding it up gently. She'll have to find a way to get that cleaned. No way is she parting with it. She starts working on her boots, flashing him a grin.

"I still can't believe you've been here for so long already."