She was quiet for a moment, her gaze meeting his before flickering away. She cleared her throat and rested her head on her hand. "I might go back to my room to take a quick shower when we're done here," she said. "I shouldn't be too long."
He nodded. "I probably should as well, but I'm going to finish my coffee first," he said, looking down at the cup.
"Okay," she said, nodding. She stood up and pushed her chair in. "I'm going to go do that then, because I'm fairly certain I got sulfuric acid on my arm."
"Wha- Why didn't you say anything? Y'know, just go take a shower. Chemicals aren't good for the skin." He shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee.
She laughed and kissed the top of his head as she passed him. "Really? I had no idea," she said sarcastically. "I'll see you in a while." She walked to the door, her hands drumming on her thighs before she turned the corner and disappeared.
He smiled slightly, watching her go before turning back to his coffee, deep in thought. He took a sip, staring ahead silently.
(Alrighty.) Poppy pulled her shirt over her head, a simple, rusty-red blouse. Pulling the towel out of her hair, she walked over to the window while trying to squeeze the water from her curls. She lightly tested the soil of her plants with her pointer and frowned before taking her watering can and sprinkling some water onto the dry dirt. The water leaked through the pot, and Poppy used the towel in her hands to pat the window ledge dry, humming lightly to herself. She stood there for a moment, resting her head on her hand lazily as she gazed out into the clouds that flew past.
Francis had gone back to his room a bit after she did, lounging around and reading books that he had left out previously. He finally decided to take a shower, though, and barely 5 minutes later did he shut off the water, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He went back into the main room, grabbing some clothes and sitting on the bed. He pulled the clothes on, ruffling his hair afterwords, flinging water.
Poppy stepped away from the window and kneeled down to tie her shoes. Kicking her toes against the floor, she stood up and went out into the hallway, locking the door behind her. She knocked twice on Francis' door, soft taps with her fingertips.
He turned at the sound of the knock, moving across the room to open the door. He was half-way done with buttoning his shirt, and smiled when he saw Poppy. "Ah! Welcome back to the secret lair." He raised his eyebrows, his voice spooky.
She flushed lightly, but tried to not let it show. "What does that even mean?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not exactly secret, is it?"
He grinned, looking down, and shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I just felt like being eerie. How was your shower?"
"Cold. Refreshing. I like it that way," he said, pulling the tie around his neck and beginning to tie it.
She squinted at him with a small smile. "I don't even know who you are anymore," she said with fake despair. "What happened to the man I fell in love with?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I revert back to the one you met on the helicopter?" he asked, his grinning face purposely turning serious and annoyed.
"At least he didn't like cold showers," she muttered, unable to keep the cheeky grin from spreading across her face. "But I didn't fall in love with you on the helicopter anyways. I started liking you in the woods, and I fell in love with you on this ship."
He stepped forward, gently brushing her cheek with his fingers. "I haven't changed at all. I still love you, and... I'm still the person you love," he said, raising his eyebrows at her.
