[Salone]

Lev nodded awkwardly, seemingly out of his element entirely now. Entering his own private room with the caution that a zebra might enter a crocodile infested river with, he peered around before fully entering.

The focal point of the room was a slightly beaten tub, filled with hot water. He almost gasped in awe. Water! Enough water to fill an entire tub! And he was going to bathe in it. In Tsavo there had never been enough water. People died of dehydration, or risked the water that poisoned the river banks. But this...people were able to afford the luxury to bathe in water. But the luxury came at a cost. He frowned as he pulled his revolver out, tension rising in his mind as he pieced future events together.

For him to bathe, Lev would have to remove his clothing. To be naked was vulnerable. To be naked was every weakness exposed. Every tool out of reach. Nothing to protect him. But if he was stay with the girl, he would still have to wash. Perhaps he could find some sort of compromise.

After searching the room for any other entrances, he proceeded to remove his clothing with one hand, still clutching his revolver. It took a few moments to disrobe, made no less complicated by his unwillingness to part with his firearm. After completely undressing, he cautiously touched the top of the water. The heat made him recoil slightly, not used to such...comforts. Finally he eased himself in, heart racing as more and more of him disappeared beneath the water line. He held his revolver with a death grip, the barrel never moving from the door as he adjusted to his very wet predicament.

After a quarter of an hour, he began to try to wash himself. The rough bar of soap was hard to hold with one hand, and lathering himself down was an odd concept he had only heard in stories of how people used to live. He awkwardly rubbed the bar against his face, not daring to stick his head below water to wash it off. To put his head underwater could spell suicide, with anyone able to just hold him there until he drowned. Eyes staring furiously at the door, he sprinkled the steaming water on his face in an attempt to remove the soap. Now the only thing he had left to deal with was his agonizing breath.

Putting two and two together that soap helped with things like cleanliness and not smelling, he promptly stuck the bar in to his mouth. The taste was terrible. Horrendous, bitter. But Lev held it there, using his tongue to push the bar around ever so slightly in an effort to clean his mouth. After a very long minute, he spat it out in to the tub. Using his spit to clean his mouth out, he eventually decided he had had enough of this 'bathing' ordeal. He stood up quickly, getting out of the tub as water cascaded down his scarred figure. Awkwardly drying himself off with a towel and his one free hand, he decided that maybe baths were not worth what he was being paid, should the situation arise again.