[Oh, he was quick enough to get out of the wetsuit, but the towels ... yeah. None in sight. The bin closest to him was empty.]
Y-yeah ...
[He replies through chattering teeth, rubbing at his arms to get his blood flowing again as he scans the room. He throws a bit of a longing glance at the shower. The drill sergeants had pretty thoroughly drummed it into his head that possible hypothermia and hot water is a recipe for arrhythmia, but fuck if the idea of a hot shower didn't seem like the best thing in the goddamn world.]
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Y-yeah ...
[He replies through chattering teeth, rubbing at his arms to get his blood flowing again as he scans the room. He throws a bit of a longing glance at the shower. The drill sergeants had pretty thoroughly drummed it into his head that possible hypothermia and hot water is a recipe for arrhythmia, but fuck if the idea of a hot shower didn't seem like the best thing in the goddamn world.]
D-don't suppose you've got a spare?