"Holy shit, maybe you really can use a computer," she smirked. She carried the bag into the room, nodding at the small changing area and the fairly wide shower. She made sure he locked the door behind them before letting her dress fall to the floor. She dug around in the bag, finding a bottle of shower gel. Wiggling out of her panties and bra, she didn't wait for him to go run the water.
She'd have felt guiltier if Sam had still been unconscious. The fact he was going to recover assuaged her feelings somewhat, and she turned the taps and watched Eliot strip.