(22:29:00) The Lady Kestrel: A low mirthful chuckle moved through the air, golden cat like eyes stared out from a shadow under one of the beams once the bat had submerged. A towel laid tight around her chest and her other clothing removed for now. Her leg raised up and down as she noted the black mass of hair floating in the water, her own blood red hair wrapped up in a towel for the moment. "Who knew Bats could Swim..."

(22:37:13) Hashenn's ears flit up from the water like a pair of fins. He lifts his head up to see the Lady. Immediately, he sits up in alarm, "--Were you always there?" He asks in a breathless voice -- one vaguely ... gargled with accidental water in his lungs. He belatedly remembers to cough. Ears perking again, he turns around to see... Domeni! Surprise is evident, but here, he smiles and even offers a wave. An eyebrow raises at all of the soot markings; just what had that one been up to...? For now, his attention turns back to Kestrel. "To be um, fair, miss; I wouldn't call this swimming. I would call this more ... soaking. I um, prefer walking to swiming, if we need to make choices." Of course, he's not elaborating on the fact he walks underwater at times ...

(22:39:34) The Lady Kestrel lingered in her perch in the rafters. She'd moved up here where the heat was; and a fine sheet of prespiration had taken water droplets places. Her head tilted, the towel falling lightly to lay over her shoulders before she smiled, "Well, to each their own in the world of definition." A red eyebrow raised, she'd gotten up here but getting down would be far more difficult, unless she wished to just drop. That would be no good. Most of her form cast in shadow for the moment, the bob of her head is the confirmation he gets of, 'yes, she had been here the entire time.'

(22:47:13) Hashenn gives Kestrel a bit of a flat expression. Brow furrowed, mouth stretching into a straight line. More or less the perfect emote of :I with pitch black, featureless eyes. H'well. "... To um, each their own, too." He shifts, half turning away from the woman. He doesn't want to turn his back completely to her -- but he's also feeling somewhat self-conscious under her scrutening gaze. A pierced wing folds over his front, almost in effort of hiding the large star tattoo that covers his emanicated chest. "Do you have to be watching...?" He complains. A glance is sent to Domeni -- perhaps a bit of a double-take, making note of his bravery. The bat can't fluster, no, but it's all in his self-conscious, corpsey-posture.

(22:53:50) The Lady Kestrel gave a soft giggle at his comment and his shy attitude. Her head tilted coyly as she murmured softly, "I could join you if you'd like...." She slowly lowered herself down from the rafters, hanging and.... the towel just slipped right off her body and got stuck up there as she landed in a cat like crouch. She smiled at him and moved slipping into the water in what seemed like only a few fluid moments. At ease she leaned back in a corner away from him, most certainly in his bubble.

(23:01:43) Hashenn looks actively disgusted by Kestrel's offer of joining him. His eyes are squinted and his jaws hold a cringed baring of his crooked fang-teeth, but he says nothing but a sigh as a complaint. He casts Kestrel a passing glance -- while it's hard to tell where those pitch black eyes are looking, they're most certainly keeping to her face. "Do you often share the water with dead corpses?" He asks, plainly. His attention wanders over to the newcomer, taking a slight double-take at Nettle's own muddied state. Another face he doesn't recognize. One he has met before, but ... Met only while living. The Amnesiac undead observes this one for a moment, trying to make mental note of their appearance before his more worried gaze settles back on Kestrel. "..." With a certain amount of disgruntledness in his gestures, he's collecting himself soap to work into a lather. Don't mind the fact his arm sports acid splash-wounds; he at least doesn't seem to be bleeding. >>
(23:02:01) Hashenn just works on washing off what he can, for the moment, while keeping the stranger within his unblinking sights.