[Poor Steve. Kate knows exactly what he's going through, as a new advocate of long, steamy showers herself, water conservation be damned.]

You'll have to wear some of my clothes, but I can throw yours into the wash for the moment. Probably still won't get all the blood out, but hey, better than nothin'.

[She motions for him to follow her to her room, where she'll hand him a clean towel, and a pair of what will most certainly be ill fitting clothes with a wink.]