Eddie chuckled a little and his body language seemed to ease. Both the fact that his lack of clothing and his being there didn’t bother her soothed the little tick of anxiety that had worked its way up in his mind. He’d glanced over her body, trying not to stare but still noticing the tattoos first and then the scars. He was a little bit intrigued, wondering about the stories her skin told, again his focus seemed to be more on the tattoos than the scars, but really there were thoughts of both. He knew, obviously, what it could be like to bear the marks of a past life, and didn’t want to poke at both literal and figurative old wounds, so he had no plans to bring anything up.
“Is it really tempting God if the place seems to bring you back every time?” Eddie certainly wasn’t about to tempt the hotel but he’d noticed that, so far, the people who died in the hotel never really stayed dead long. “But I won’t go mounting a rescue mission if you try it.” He eased back toward the middle of the pool, continuing to mostly just float about, trying to stay out of her way. He had lost most of his motivation to actually swim laps, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance if she still did.