Rory took what Ida said at face value and nodded. "Thankee," he said when she said she would wait and then he stepped into the bedroom where he looked about. He wasn't thinking about the door opening and closing, was traipsing about trying to figure out where everything was. He found a new set of clothes and hoped they would fit. He was on the tall side but knew there were a lot of chaps taller and of course just about all of them were wider given his more lanky stature.
Then he went into the bathroom where he found towels and soap, feeling absolutely thrilled to have a real shower and not that sonic thing. He knew it cleaned him but there was just something about real soap and water running over his body washing away the dirt and grime, a very physical and visual thing as opposed to the vanishing as if by magic clean. All the while, he hummed a jaunty tune and once he had everything peeled off his ash-covered clothes and stepped into the shower where he started to sing.
In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
Just as he was finishing the chorus, Ida stepped into the bathroom and startled him out of his song. "WAAAGH!" He grasped the lower trinity in both hands though had his back to Ida, giving even more credence to her calling him Pinkskin as from head to toe turned a rather bright shade of pink that spilled over into red. "Uhhh, sure, no problem. I'll see m'self back," he said over his shoulder, thinking at least a shower curtain would be better.