Jake looked round when Aaron spoke, most of the way through drinking the rest of the water in his bottle. "Just getting a drink," he said, then dropped the almost-empty bottle into his lap and turned the chair so he could head for the changing room too.
"You mind if I grab a shower first?" he asked once he'd reached his kit bag, rummaging through it to find what he needed. Painkillers, yes, excellent. He hurt. The shower would help too, and at least he didn't need a drip any more, but he was still taking stupid levels of painkillers.