[Once she was inside, he went about setting up the washing machine. It was rather silly to just dry them outright, what with all the grime on them, so he was preparing a light load. The timer had just started, and he was just leaning on the machine, waiting for it to spin up, when his head snapped up. Whatever that was, it didn't sound good.
Lockon moved quickly, crossing the one threshold, and opened the door to the bathroom. At about halfway open, he leaned on the door, and looked at the partially fogged-up mirror, rather than right at the shower. He spoke loudly, so she might hear him over the running water.] Lacus?! Are you okay?