Tachyus didn't respond to Kassy's pleading apology. The young demigod was too worked up and combative due to Fenrir's advance, to say anything worth saying, and so, in a moment of surprising wisdom (even to him) had chosen to say nothing and turn away, rather than simply lose his temper at the meek atlantean again. Better to be alone for now. He strode into the locker room, and grabbed an athletic set of civilian clothes. While he preferred his usual garb, he didn't actually mind some of the clothes he had found. The shirt was form-fitting enough not to get in his way, and the shorts were of a loose mesh which not only allowed for a pleasant breeze on occasion, but also a full range of unhindered movement. A necessity for Tachyus. The obvious benefit, of course, was the ability to blend in with mortal society, which was a useful gift on occasion. 

 Change-of-clothes in hand, Tachyus stripped and showered, taking a few extra moments to wash away the sweat, but also to soak out the tenseness in his muscles. He was still on edge, and still walking the line between flooding himself with the power of the Godspeed. He needed to be away from this place for awhile, he decided. Time alone with his thoughts. Time to think about recent events. He turned off the steaming water and stepped out. Toweling off was a chore. On Themyscira, he had always been able to air-dry. However, since coming to Man's World, he had been made aware of many different practices in modesty which were simply not present on the island. Though, having seen the way mortals treated their bodies, he was beginning to think maybe he understood the sense of shame they seemed to possess at the naked form. He found himself briefly wondering how his teammates felt about it, then abruptly decided this was not a train of thought he wanted to follow at the moment.

 Dried and dressed, except for his messy hair, which was still a bit damp, Tachyus walked back into the gymnasium slowly, hoping he'd be alone. He sighed audibly as he saw the two women still there. This was abruptly changed, however, as Kassy pulled a one-eighty and walked rather brusquely into the hall, leaving Juno watching her go. Tachyus had the sudden urge to slink back into the men's locker room. Of all of the team, Juno was the only one who actually made him feel [i]nervous[/i]. Sure, Fenrir could apparently piss him off easily enough, and he felt a weird mixture of pity and frustration for Kassy, a sense of awe at Rannik and his alien strangeness, but none of them even came close to the same effect. Not only was Juno competent, professional, and powerful, but she had actually saved his life, though it pained him to admit this. All of this, and she was mortal. A so-called metahuman, sure, but otherwise there was nothing special about her, save perhaps her lineage. Yet, her presence alone seemed to tease out his inadequacies. The young demigod decided not to let the awkwardness hang in the air, so he walked toward her, his bare feet slapping softly on the floor mats.

 [color=fff79a]"Was that my fault, her leaving?"[/color] Tachyus asked, running a hand through his drying hair as he made a mental note not to stare at Juno in any way that could betray how he really felt, which just ended with him staring at the floor.