He nodded some and went to the bathroom. He stripped off the torn and bloodied weapons vest and the shirt and cleaned the blood off of his skin off. Rinsing the blood off of his shirt, he wrung it out and slipped out of the bathroom once he was cleaned up (he still needed new clothes but had a feeling that would come in later after the hunt). He followed Rebekah's scent without thinking and moved over to her, his shirt still in hand.
It was a bit surprising to be unaffected by the cool night air but he ignored it before he began tugging his shirt back on. "I'm ready Rebekah," he said.