[She really isn't surprised he goes around commando like that, it actually suits him. With a soft laugh and a smile she stands up, sliding her communicator off and letting it fall to the bed behind her.
She shakes out her hair, then peels up her tank top. There really is a nice fat bruise down her ribcage on the left side. It's why she slipped her bra off this morning and never put it back on-- too sore. She unties the drawstring of her sweats.] Maybe you should start the water running. [Or would you rather watch?]