[Clarke's still going to be 'love', but at least he'll have another name to cycle through. He manages a few more steps further down the corridor, as though it'd be less cold, but he doesn't stray off the path when she finds him again, towels in hand.]
Alright Clarke. [He gives her an appreciative grunt as he takes one of the towels and shakes it out, leans forward a bit so he can wrap the towel around his waist without the lifevest in the way. It's not exactly a shirt or pants, but it's much better than strutting around naked save for the jacket.]
I'm John. Constantine. [He'd shake her hand, but. He figures maybe she'd want to wait for the formalities until after he's cleaned up a bit, put on some proper clothes.]
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Alright Clarke. [He gives her an appreciative grunt as he takes one of the towels and shakes it out, leans forward a bit so he can wrap the towel around his waist without the lifevest in the way. It's not exactly a shirt or pants, but it's much better than strutting around naked save for the jacket.]
I'm John. Constantine. [He'd shake her hand, but. He figures maybe she'd want to wait for the formalities until after he's cleaned up a bit, put on some proper clothes.]
Did you have one hell of a night too?