[There goes his fantasy of an in-unit washer/dryer set-up. He pulls a face. Can't be sure he isn't pouting at the news that he has no toys, that maybe tiptoeing through barns is going to be a more necessary skill than he'd thought.

He doesn't believe the theory, but he'll accept that it's all that's been found.]

I-- [To his credit, he doesn't blush; that'd be hypocritical overkill, but Tim has the tell-tale deer-in-headlight startle as Steph moves a hand to her top. Of course, there's a shirt underneath and she doesn't remove it but

Um.] Uh. Yeah, but I accidentally knocked it back into the water when I went back in. [Waterproofing meant nothing with a zipper open. Who knew. It was hanging back at the... you know what, she didn't need to know. Tim considers their sizes, wants to go back in time and take back his dumb request.

Practicality wins out.] Maybe? I'll try not to stretch it out. [He doesn't want to get walked in on, with Tim Drake Wayne's body a mess of new and old scars and raised skin. Gothamites are among them.] It'll be quick, Steph, I just really hate how this tank feels so cold.