In a compromise with the fact that her head was still feeling light, Sherri had spent most of her shower sitting, letting the water beat down on her as she maybe cried a little. Just a little, though, because it was stupid to cry. Joss had been through the same thing, and Sherri couldn't fall apart because that would set a bad example. By the time she'd washed her hair and carefully tilted so that hot water hit the bites directly, her eyes were only a little bit red.
Before leaving the bathroom, she turned the water back to cold and plugged up the tub, dropping her shirt in when the water was just deep enough. She didn't look in the mirror as she wrapped a towel around herself and squeezed as much water out her hair and into the sink as she could. Maybe she should have been more cautious of the voices in the next room, but she assumed Joss had just turned on the television and slipped out of the steamy bathroom without a thought. "I put my shirt in cold water, maybe that will get the..." Her eyes widened as she noticed they had company. "Blood... out."
Being wrapped in a towel, with her hair in wet tangles down the back of her neck, wouldn't have been a problem in front of just Joss. Really, it wouldn't even have been a problem in front of Nina, though she hated that both of the bite marks, on her neck and shoulder, were so immediately visible (though not as bad as she'd made them out to be in her mind). The strange man, though, that was a problem. She made a sound that she would deny with her last breath was a squeak, and found the energy to dart to her bedroom without taking the time for an explanation.