"Yeah, I guess," he answered simply. He was still debating whether it was really for him after this whole ship thing. Jamie's whole life had been sports before the knee. He'd been at college on a sports scholarship. Once he couldn't play anymore... He just didn't have the grades to stay.
"Towels or robes or something. I don't know where they keep this crap. It doesn't look like there's any staff around to help us out. I figure just go for it. If they say something, we point out how much of a lawsuit we have for this whole trip and make a 'shh'ing motion like Doctor Evil." He could not believe he had said so much so he sort of peeked over the counter, surprised at himself.