Swann ignores all the other answers and comments when he talks about not bathing the whole time he's been in the Capitol.
She looks repulsed, although she's trying to hide it at least, because she's never rude in front of people if she can help it. Instead, she quietly gags into her own mouth, then stands and reaches out for his hand. She's taking it whether he wants it taken or not, and pulling him toward the living quarters of the Suite.
"All right, well, we can fix that!" She's still perky, despite her disgust and the fact that she's sure she can feel his dirt and germs crawling onto her skin. "That door off your bedroom? That leads to a place where you can take a shower every day, Jack!"
That place is exactly where she leads him, into a bathroom that shines and glistens from the floor to the ceiling, utterly spotless and beautiful. There's a big walk-in shower, and she more or less shoves him in there.
"So there's knobs on the wall," she says, beginning to pull at his outermost layers with an almost businesslike determination, "and those turn on the water and make it different temperatures. And that shelf has all sorts of nice things to clean yourself with -- one for your body, one for your face, two for your hair. You should use them all, okay, sweetie?"
She has been attempting to forcibly undress him the whole time they've been standing in the shower.
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She looks repulsed, although she's trying to hide it at least, because she's never rude in front of people if she can help it. Instead, she quietly gags into her own mouth, then stands and reaches out for his hand. She's taking it whether he wants it taken or not, and pulling him toward the living quarters of the Suite.
"All right, well, we can fix that!" She's still perky, despite her disgust and the fact that she's sure she can feel his dirt and germs crawling onto her skin. "That door off your bedroom? That leads to a place where you can take a shower every day, Jack!"
That place is exactly where she leads him, into a bathroom that shines and glistens from the floor to the ceiling, utterly spotless and beautiful. There's a big walk-in shower, and she more or less shoves him in there.
"So there's knobs on the wall," she says, beginning to pull at his outermost layers with an almost businesslike determination, "and those turn on the water and make it different temperatures. And that shelf has all sorts of nice things to clean yourself with -- one for your body, one for your face, two for your hair. You should use them all, okay, sweetie?"
She has been attempting to forcibly undress him the whole time they've been standing in the shower.