Worick blinks bleary eyed at Jonathan, completely unaffected by his state of undress as he begins throwing on clothes. It's quite early in the morning and not many people are awake and up around the safehouse, which is probably what the other man had been betting on.

Unfortunately, Worick's bladder waits for no man to finish showering. He offers Jonathan a shrug of his shoulders and walks over to the toilet, unzips, and begins handling his business...literally.

"Don't know what you're so moody about. Not like I'm a chick coming in here while your pants are off."