Watching him climb into the tub is an exercise in not laughing, but she manages with her eyes raised and her lips pressed together. She smiles once he's settled, and she shakes her head at his question, climbing in after him and settling her back on the opposite side of the tub from where he sits, though their legs are overlapped in the water.

"No. But you're dirty, and so am I. I'd think you would be more preoccupied with that than me. The First Order has regulations about cleanliness, doesn't it?" She'd noticed how things had gleamed on the ships she'd been on. She'd grown up dirty, it didn't entirely phase her if they were covered in grime and sweat. Some of her enhanced cleanliness now is because she enjoys feeling fresh and clean, but a lot of it she's also done for his benefit. Because she's noticed how he wrinkles his nose when she wipes her hands on her pants and at all the other little things she does that aren't entirely hygienic.