A gasp fled his lips as water rained over his head and rushed over his reddened skin. Part relief, part burn, he shivered through the deluge.

One of the straps of the... thing, draped down his arm. Eleven tossed his clothes away and pulled it off with another grateful word to Yggdrasil. When the last offending garment was off, he dove for his clothes and hurriedly pulled them back on.

Once fully dressed, he darted from behind the screen like he might suddenly be attacked again for that simple fact alone. "Can we burn them?"