She handles his clothing as briefly and sparingly as possible -- by the time he gets out of the shower, all of the garbage he has on will be gone (burned, hopefully), and replaced with nicer, more luxurious, clean versions. Only his hat will survive, and he won't have a chance to wash it himself, because Swann knows an Avox or two who would love to rid their work environment of that level of filth.

Swann's gotten so used to him just letting her go at it that she starts a little when he takes her hands, blinking up at him with big, doelike eyes and an equally in-the-headlights expression. There's a moment where she's too focused on his teeth to answer, and then she yanks her hands away to wring them before reaching for the knobs.

"Okay, um, well -- you might want to move -- you just turn this one." The water sprays on, whether he's moved or not. "And this one, and just sort of adjust them until you find a temperature you like! All the water will just go down the drain on its own."

She turns the water off, then clicks through the draining water to the bath products. "And this is shampoo, you clean your hair with it. Just put some on your hands and then, you know, you work it into your hair and rinse it out. And conditioner, you do the same, that makes your hair soft. The face wash and body wash are labeled, so you know which is which. And then you just grab the towel from that bar when you're done and dry off!"

Her smile has reappeared, seemingly unable to stray from her face for very long. "Got it?"