"Only 'cause I gotta clean 'de bloo' offa my clot'es." He assured her with a wink before he poked and prodded some at the clothes as they dried. It wouldn't take much longer, he'd wrung them out well enough and the fire was doing a pretty good job of drying them out. Absently, one hand came up to finger the bottom of his other shirt, and his fingers gripped on. His face took on a curious look as he wondered if charging it would dry it. It seemed like it would, shifting the molecules like that often did some strange things to different items. It might very well force all that water out.
And this woman had seen him do it once, but... His hand fell away.
"You uh cop? Five-oh? Kin'a ho', you know. Women in uniform." That came with a wide smile over at her.