"I'll keep it in mind," Noah said to her comment about never knowing with whom he might be sharing the shower room. His smirk remained, mischievous and slightly coy. So there were times when he wasn't much good in polite company, but from what he remembered, Bea wasn't the sort of woman who was the least bit prissy. "Guess I must be lucky picking my times. I don't think I ever saw anyone in there." The rest of the rules she mentioned didn't seem hard to follow at all, even for a guy who wasn't much into rules. Common sense he had, at least.
He carded a hand through his slightly damp hair, still cooling down but done actively stretching. "It's like this," he said, with the intensity in his expression that had used to make Jenna roll her eyes and complain that he was getting all serious. "What do we really have left, right? I think people should respect the shit that's important to other people." Noah probably should have, but thus far he hadn't thought about the possibility that someone might come into his private space and make off with something that belonged to him. Maybe he should make a better effort at finding a hidey hole to tuck away the few things he had that were most important. Why tempt fate, or petty thieves?
Noah's gaze was captured by the dog again, who was doing what puppies did and roaming around with quick bursts of energy, sniffing everything. "When did you get a dog?" he asked randomly. The animal didn't look old enough for her to have had it long, certainly not while they'd both been at the Garden.