"Hmm," with a grin. "Me turn down the oppurtunity to get wet and sudsy with you?"

She stands, turns, and throws Goldy a smile over her shoulder. "I'll be right back. Blades and water are a bad mix."

And leaves, strips rapidly, folding clothes neatly and laying various weapons atop the pile, before returning. And striking a pose in the doorway, naturally.

"Scoot over, then."