"Looks like," she agrees with a small smile. She takes the beer from Steve, then sits down on a rock nearby and begins to unlace her boots. She's in no rush and she takes her time with them, then pulls off the socks she's wearing and shoves them inside. By the time she's done this, the group has started to wander back to their own campsite, laughing and talking as they go, and Maeve watches, waits until she can no longer hear them, then peels her shirt up and over her head.

She has no idea if they have towels, but she'd walked through Moordale's halls soaking wet before. She doesn't care if she has to walk back to their site the same way.

Standing, she shimmies out of her shorts and her tights, setting them all aside, then looks back at Steve, standing there in a black bra and a black pair of knickers.