She hadn't looked back, staring very pointedly at the blank wall in front of her instead. The towel hangs uselessly in her hand, and a trickle of icy water drips down her neck, making her shiver. She wants to get out of there.

But... her dress.

Once she is sure - absolutely sure - he is decent, she turns to pick it up and pull the it over her head, never once looking in his direction.