He nods and looks up at Natasha. He's flushed from the heat of the water, but he looks more relaxed than he has all day. He dips his right hand into the water, rubbing his thumb over his own thigh. He seems oblivious to his own nudity. All the shame had been burned out of him so long ago. "Okay." He straightens up, toes curling against the bottom of the tub. Now that he's in the water, he's not sure what to do. With the cold showers, somebody had scrubbed him down. His only task had been to stand still and allow it. The soap they used had always been rough - there was no care for any scratches or still-healing lacerations, or any of his bruises. It had just been getting him clean, then dry, then into the cryo tube.