There were showers here but the place had been idle for a while so, just like with the desk, time was needed to reactivate everything. When his hands are clean Steve points to a box at the foot of one of the bunks instructing him to open it. Inside is a towel and Dylan uses it to dry his hands and he walks back over while still wiping them dry before handing it to Steve. He doesn’t say anything but Steve knows what he is saying.

Steve: I suppose he’s right. I can’t be forcing him to do what I’m not doing myself can I?

He throws the towel over his shoulder and removes his gloves, then holds out his hands while Dylan takes the water bottle. Steve rubs his hands together as the water pours onto his skin, washing away the mud, grime