He moves back to the 'mudroom' and sits on the bench to peel out of his socks, toweling off his feet before he works on getting off his shirt.

The wet fabric clings to him, and once his chest is bare, he carefully inspects his arm -- the sutures were removed last week, and the scar is healing up nicely without any 'hatch marks'.

He glances at the knees of his pants -- and upon further inspection, his entire lower half -- and realizes that his pants are soaked through with water.

Doc sighs and runs a hand through his damp hair, tugging the towel around his shoulders. He could go back to his room and get dry pants, and then borrow her shower to warm up.

(He doesn't want to leave her alone.)