The cold liquid on heated skin helps to stifle images of that dingy riverboat and its locked engine room. Neil rises, ignoring the droplets falling over the rest of him, and turns to fully regard Alex.

"Change, right. Thanks." For the concern, the foresight, and the help. Everything, more or less. He drags his hand across his mouth, something old and tired lingering in the motion. "Good thing I thought to bring an extra pair of underwear. Well--"

He pauses to grin at Alex, attempting and perhaps succeeding at looking cheered. "--lead on."