He doesn't seem about to turn his back and Alex remembers, suddenly, stripping down to her bra in front of Darlington and how his pretty face had coloured when it had. Half turning away, she stands up, the milky liquid sheeting down her body, coming up to her knees once she's standing. She takes Nova's sweatshirt and pulls it on over her head, relieved when it hits her mid-thigh. Somewhat awkwardly, she steps out of the crucible, wet feet hitting the floorboards.

"Thanks."