it all before, for before, it had all been in a medical light and he had treated everything with the same, professional detachment as was expected of his profession as a doctor. Now, however, things were different; he had barged into the room without so much as thinking to knock, and how easily something so simple and commonplace had slipped his mind made him blush all the more. Morrigan kicked water at him, rolling his eyes. Sir Futtleshuckle began to fume at being ignored for so long.

''What the hell is wrong with you two freaks!? Did you not hear me?'' the hooded man growled, suddenly drawing a battered pistol from within the folds of his cloak and aiming it at Morrigan. ''I'm here with a gun in yourface, and you're choosing to ignore that!?''

A bullet whizzed past the pirate's face, an inch from his temple. It appeared as though despite the poor condition of his weapon, the bounty hunter was a decent shot. ''One last chance. Put some clothes on-''

''No.'' Morrigan said simply, stretching. ''I have a better idea. How about we all get naked? No? Suit yourself.'' As he spoke, the residual mist from the shower began to thicken at their feet. Looking down, Yonyon bit his lip, understanding what was going on. He risked making eye-contact with his Captain, who in turn winked, then suddenly, the entire room filled up with pearly-white smoke, obscuring everything from view. Scrambling to get dressed whilst blinded, Yonyon squinted through the smoke, attempting to avoid any contact