Rose is quite used to griping on the battlefield, fortunately(?). Toma's regeneration is more noteworthy, and Rose is as attentive to that detail as she is silent about it. For the time being, anyway.

The good thing about expecting Toma to be contrary is that Rose gets to be pleased whichever way he goes. This time the coin-flip lands on "cooperative-yet-bitchy," and Rose suspects that if he hangs around long enough the two of them might become friends.

"There is, as it happens." Rose walks over to one of the fountains along the walls of the room, and undoes the shawl holding her hood in place. Too filthy to be fastidious, she drops it on the floor next to her, then drops her headband and gloves on the shawl. She shrugs her unusual top off one shoulder, then the other, and slides it down her waist. Even if she hadn't mentally prepared to undress in front of a stranger, she half-suspects he won't even glance at her nude back, so she doesn't hesitate to start rinsing herself off right then. (It turns out she was wearing underwear under that outfit, but it's not staying on her long at this rate.)

"You can use that one over there if you don't want to wait on me," she says, gesturing with her chin as she starts to peel off her thigh-high stockings.