Oh, that look was not good. Hayley hated that look. It was knowing and mischievous, which was entirely wrong because there was no mischief to be known here. And really, she wondered, what did Orin think sex was like if it left Will looking like the Grim Reaper had just paid him a visit?
She had instinctively curled her hands up in the sleeves of her jacket, turning her arms into comedic stumps. As the towel snapped against her hip, she squealed, scurrying to the side. Though she wasn't nearly as poorly off as Will, she was sore, and childish taunts from her manchild boss did not help matters.
"It's not like that," she said quickly as he passed, turning to follow him as he moved towards Will. "We need some-" She saw the playful punch hit, cringing at Will's reaction. "Don't hit him!" she hissed, lashing out with a covered elbow at Orin's upper arm. With an irritated huff, she stepped aside for Will, glaring at Orin. "We need some clothes and I thought you'd have some spares up here. Do you?"