[He smirks but he's shaken by a sudden chill and he wraps his arms around himself, rubbing his biceps before he shivers.]

You learn to tolerate it. Just like these pods.

[Moving to follow her he's aware of the silence once again. The chills around the ship and - he smells the shower before he sees it. There's a very distinct smell like someone threw something up mixed with something that died.

The kind of smell that makes you anxious you're naked. Looking to May he straightens.]

Yeah. Grant Ward but everybody calls me Ward. No relation to Wards of the company.
[Lies and slander but it's a bit hard to get behind that. There's a real smell and he frowns at her. It's hard to miss that they're both in their underwear and something - well. Something is off.]

Pipes need to be flushed.