She entered the bathroom, just as he was turning the water on. It hissed to life, spraying the tiles and his arm as he nearly got in - and was stopped by her voice. Somehow he'd missed he entering the apartment. For decency's sake, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips before heading to the door. He opened it a bit more, grimacing slightly.
Considering the fact that they used to live with each other and spent an equal amount of time naked in their apartment as dressed, they'd managed to avoid this awkwardness. For one thing - he wasn't going to make a move on her, not matter what he felt for her still. For another, she was still married. However ridiculously.
"I found a lawyer for you," he said simply. Switching to his American accent was taking practice, but at least he was doing better. With no illusions or prosthetics, he was simply himself at this moment.