"Atta girl," she offers to Pearl's retreating back. It comes across less charmingly flip than intended -- lower -- snagging to a richer register that sounds... warm. Rose hadn't meant for that. Rose had meant to pepper some teases in before retreating to the room. She's pressing too much. Too aggressive. Part of Pearl is enjoying it, along with most of Rose, but that doesn't mean this is appropriate for their arrangement.

Pearl's entitled to breathing room, and right now Rose is removing that option.

And despite her own urging being the reason behind it, the snick of the shower door sounds awfully close to the snap-shut of a cookie jar.

The bottles try to slip out of her grip as she stands them on the sink -- they can always be stashed later -- while Rose collects her thoughts. Weighs options. It's only when Rose is just beginning to mop up the spilled water with a spare towel that she realizes the shower hasn't been running. She blinks; twice.

"... did you belatedly freeze stiff in there?"