[ His sigh is a terribly long-suffering one, even as he leads here to a bench on which are stacked his essentials for today: one bag, belonging to him. A half-dozen folded towels, very fluffy. A dozen casks of water, constructed of some new material that makes no sense to him, but is transparent and flashes little glowing advertisements for additional types of water. Interesting.

He picks up one bottle, using his teeth to turn the glittery cap, and tosses another to Jude. ]

You have me pegged rightly.

Oh, we do have them...but large settlements only, big cities with the piping to manage the pressure. I don't oft have opportunity to indulge in that luxury. And none at all have all the fiddling 'settings' that I have seen in the one shower I have investigated thus far.

[ The next thing he tosses her is a towel. ]

Somewhere in this blasted illuminated city must be a bath. I mean to find it.