Jimmy looked back at Alex, huddled still over Alex's chest. He was dropping some clothes into it when his face came into focus. It was screwed up with incredulity. "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm taking you back home." He shook his head. "And nevermind my feet." He disregarded, "That's not bloody important here."
He looked flushed and ran his fingers through his hair. Parts of it stuck with sweat. "Why in... what're you thinking, doing this? Being down here?"