Mitch ignored dragon-boy's irritated shout in favour of finding the bathroom. It wasn't too hard, as the house wasn't magnificently large, and soon enough he had showered (taking longer than normal, relishing the privacy) and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts; the only other clothes he had, aside from his prison wear. The outfit was one of many things he'd gotten from a thrift store on the way here, the rest just everyday amenities (soap, toothbrush, etc.) that he knew he would need. 

Throwing his bag back into his room, he closed the door and ran a hand through his damp hair, still annoyed at himself for snapping at Karaiyah. Doing this, he caught a glimpse of the note on her door. 'Down at the bay, back soon' it read. 

Well, Mitch wasn't one to freak out and not apologize, and he figured that waiting until she returned would be taking an easy way out. So, going downstairs and seeking out Marisol, he asked, "Hey, where is 'the bay'? I uh, I need to go do something."

*Well done, smart guy,* he thought, *only been here what, half an hour? And you're already causing problems.*