He didn't move right away, watching her uncomfortably as though he expected her to turn on him as Joseph had -- turn him in, pick something up off of one of her tables and try to kill him with it, something, anything. And when it seemed no attack was coming -- though he was still half-terrified that she would change her mind while he was showering and throw together a lynch mob -- he moved towards the door to the bathroom hurriedly, near sprinting. He ducked inside, locked the door behind him, and immediately turned on the water in the small shower stall, wanting to drown out the sound of her betrayal if and when it came.

He'd nearly slipped under the water when he realized he needed to take his clothes off, first.