"Not anymore," she corrected him. "Thank you for the shower." She meant it, and that was probably the most amount of emotion he'd gotten from her all night.
She looked like she wanted to say something. Her hand gripped the towel, holding it up where she stood. She was quiet for a long moment, her other hand gripping the remains of her clothes. She'd already used his shower when he should've used it first and had his wounds tended to, but... "I don't have a change of clothes with me." Her things were stored away in a run down motel room. It wasn't as close as his place had been.