When she didn't hear footsteps outside the bathroom door after a few moments, Katchoo let the full-force smirk she'd been holding in out to play, really hoping he'd actually ended up in a dumpster.

She finally shut off the water and gathered up her toiletries to head back to her alcove and get dressed, allowing herself a brief fistpump of victory(!) when she made it without the scenic detour. She'd gotten jeans and a bra on when she knocked the bottle of shampoo over, and it rolled across the cabin floor so of course she had to go get it and --

Well, hello there, sewers. Bubblewrapped sewers. And a shower gone to waste.

"God frikkin' --" The rest of the very long expletive string wasn't fit for public consumption in most civilized cultures.