Once the shower was over, Quill sat in the heated water a moment, staring forward with heavy breaths, hands on the walls as he just let himself come to terms with the fact he was stuck in slavery still. Longer, more than likely, because of his little stunt. Still, sooner or later he'd figure away out of it all, he was certain of it. Until then, though, he'd take what perks he could get from it, and this new one seemed nice enough.
Shaking his head, he hopped out and turned off the water, pulling off a towel to dry himself with, he then threw it around his waist and made his way through the home, until he found her room again and made his way in. He took note of the tear and almost said something about it but then just cleared his throat when she looked at him, "Not as much meat, no, so that's good. But not quite Starlord yet, it'll take awhile to get to that lovely odor."
He shifted in his towel and gestured down towards his makeshift kilt, "So, uh, I've got no real clothes. The one from the market I threw away, because you know, great memories and all but had to move on."