"Wouldn't mind a shower, actually," Jigen grunts, abruptly painfully aware of exactly how filthy he is now that he's surrounded by clean, civilized things. He does take his own belongings into the bathroom with him, along with a randomly chosen set of clothes, locking the door that he knows Zenigata could break down without flinching.

Then he strips, gets under the hot water, and just melts. It feels like heaven on his cold, raw skin. Jigen runs his hand through matted hair and beard, taking his leisurely time as he indulges. Water pools and runs in rivers through the gnarled scar tissue of his right arm but he barely worries about it, nearly brought to tears just by the sensation of warmth on him.

By the time he comes out he looks half-asleep but more alive, greyish skin now a soft pink from the heat. "Hot water's run out," he mumbles, quite aware of whose fault that is.