He swallowed hard as he saw her expression. Damn, nice job Jayce. But she was right wasting water wasn’t a good idea. A small sigh slipped out as he walked away. And he followed her to the bedroom.
Eyes flickered around once they entered. Just as clean and organized - expected from her. Attention now going back to Caitlyn. He folded the shirts over his arm giving her a smile.”A shirt is enough” he looked at her, trying a smile. Half success - more of a awkward curve. A “Thanks” slipped out as well before he backed out, looking around for a door that could lead to the bathroom.
She nods back at him. Awkward silence hung as they parted ways. The bathroom is easy enough to find, with the door partially-ajar. Several buckets have been set up in a kind of filtration system near the sink, an a couple of empty bucket sit in the shower as well, likely to catch runoff or any extra water. She’s not wasting what she has.
Caitlyn leaves him to shower, heading back to the kitchen to work on preparing tomorrow’s breakfast. Ionian rice porridge; something special, something hearty. There’s a dull ache in her chest as she starts putting everything together. When was the last time she had a meal with someone? Too long. Too bloody long.
Outside, there’s a distant sound of something clattering. Her hand tenses around the jar of spices, and she forces herself to put it down carefully. She glances to the bathroom door, making sure she hears the sound of the shower before she moves to her workbench.
On the roof of the building is a device made from a pair of binoculars and some wired-together hexphones and small computers. She activates a hexscreen, and looks through distant mechanical eyes. Scanning. Triangulating. Looking for the source.
… that is a very large crowd, she thinks, distantly, absently.