ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

She smiles knowingly and sets her cup down to approach the door. Grabbing the towel down from where she'd hung it, Nat hands it over and allows the door to swing open in the process. Nakedness isn't something she's ever found reason to be embarrassed by, hers or anyone else's, but she's still human and can't help the way her gaze slips down. Her mouth goes a little dry even as she backs away, allowing him to make his own resurgence back into the room when he's ready. She retreats back to her perch, but never takes her eyes off him entirely. "Skin's still there," she chirps, crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip of her drink.