"Okay." Short of dragging Jean into the shower with him, there isn't much more reassurance Marco can get. He watches as Jean settles in, then retreats into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

He drops his tattered uniform to the floor, and spends a few minutes examining himself in the shockingly large mirror. He looks the same, if a little drawn out and tense around the eyes. He doesn't look like someone who has died and been brought back in some crazy place full of lights and warmth and endless hot water. He just looks like Marco Bott, from Jinae district, who died at Trost.

With a shake of his head, Marco steps into the shower.

The shower itself is an extremely pleasant surprise; just as Jean said, the water gets tremendously hot, and it stays hot the whole time. Marco stands under the blast and lets the heat soak into his bones, although he doesn't stay for the hours Jean says he could. He still doesn't entirely believe the water would stay hot that long, and he'd rather not get blasted by freezing cold water. He does play with some of the liquids and soaps Jean has, and marvels at their fragrances and how strong they are. The soap gets him so damn clean.

Once he's done, Marco turns off the water and steps out, wrapping himself in one of Jean's fluffy towels. "Jean? Do you have anything I can wear?"