"Sounds like a plan." As soon as they're near the showers he starts popping seals and detaching bits of armor, stacking it up off to the side till he's down to the undersuit. Peeling that second skin off is a bit of a bitch- it moves and grows with you but he's not as lean as he was during the project. Lotta heavy lifting and long runs carrying everything he owned bulked out his shoulders.

All down his back, shrapnel scars. Two starbursts near his left shoulder, thick and angry- exit wounds from Reggie's last hello. The rest is a crisscross of burns and bruises, close calls. Situations where he truly had been more lucky than he'd been good. But he's still got an eye and still got his hands. It's all he needs in the long run.

Suit shucked he steps into the spray, sighing under the water. "Sweet baby jesus you have hot water."