She grins at him.

"Maaaaybe."

Laughing, she stands on her tiptoes and pulls the cap from his head, tousling his damp hair playfully.

"I don't mind sharin', though."

Beat.

"I mean, the facilities... the, the room. Not sharin'--"

She gestures, but then realizes they can easily be misconstrued as well, so gives up on talking and moving altogether, cheeks burning red.