It's a matter of a single shrug to drop her own robe atop Susan's and to follow her into the shower. This is even more hot water, obviously, but the steam rises faster and it feels cleaner without the aforementioned chlorine, so Janet takes a second to stand by the spray, cupping her hands to collect water. She looks toward Susan, then, and the way the water is beading on her shoulders and face and collarbones, and grins.