[ The word snaps, even as Jo does a sharp and level best of continuing to stare at Cas, and only Cas, absolutely not looking at the guy's ass who nearly walks into him. Or his back. Or the fact. Yeah. Yeah. Walking covers nothing around here, and Jo's mouth might be turning an unpleased line again. And she'd been so close to relaxing. Instead, hackles follow on that first snap. ]
You are not getting in here like that.
[ Jo's not sure she wants him in here at all, but she doesn't get to dictate this weirdo werewolf bath house thing. One arm stays covering her, how ineffectual as the whole thing feels, given what her arm can and can't cover, given what the water probably doesn't at all, aside from some bare froth here and there caused by the steam. She points awkwardly. ]
Go rinse off over there, like every other sane, rational person.
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