"I really just need to shower." Tim said, looking down at himself. HE had nearly forgotten that he woke up this morning, freaked out, then sat in a corner all day. He probably smelled like sweat and tears and B.O. and he hated it. His hair was a mess, his face was as greasy as Sophia's, and he was overall not pleased with the current situation, now that he was realizing just how unpresentable he looked. "A shower would make things thirty times better for me, right now."

He stood up, stretching, letting his bones pop and shift as he did so. He needed to look like a human before he researched creepy mythological runes.

"But, uh, yeah, you can wash your face." He said, motioning to the sink.