Queenie turns, water lapping at the crest of her shoulders, and immediately shakes her head. Reading thoughts isn't effortless here like it had always been back home, but his embarrassment is easy enough to see.

"Oh honey, that's okay," she says, and gestures for him to come on in. "There's lots of room."

She doesn't know how much he understands her, and she's never been all that great getting a good read off people who think in anything but American English, but she gist is there. It's sweet, really, that he'd come all this way just to have a bath and then think about turning right back around again to keep her from being uncomfortable.