Will took the opportunity to flip the Sheriff off behind his back, and unzipped his hoodie. Part of him wanted to be obstinate, stay in his dripping wet clothes, resolutely refuse everything the Sheriff ordered, but on the other hand he was wet, cold, and needed to conserve his strength. He had no idea what he might be in store for here.
He took his time, though, peeling off his wet things and dropping them with a slop into a pile on the floor. He squeezed out his underwear as much as he could, and lay it over the side of the tiny metal sink to dry. It looked like he would be free-balling in the hideous jumpsuit for a while.
He took his clothes over by the sink, intending to keep them as long as he could, and then ran his fingers through his hair to squeeze the water out of it and make it all go in somewhat the same direction.
"Where's Marian?" he repeated, as he zipped up the front of the jumpsuit with a twist of disgust. He really hated this, but he had to hold it back.