[She tilts her head slightly, considering. She'd prefer a bath, but very well. Getting the strange feeling of that jumpsuit -- the lack of control in having been placed inside it -- off of her is her foremost goal, and second is reaffirming her claim on him. His suggestion will nicely fit both.]
[Saya turns to face him, stepping out of the jumpsuit and leaving it pooled on the floor as she walks toward where he'd come from, assuming the shower was back there. As she glides past him she glances up, are you coming?]