[ He can be relieved that she makes no effort to stop him. Instead, amusement colors her features as she watches him practically bolt out of the shower, causing her to outright chuckle. She'd almost call it embarrassment, the way he's so rushed to get away and presumably cover up.

Kylo, in sharp contrast, takes her time. Rinses herself off in the shower before turning the water off, grabs another towel to wring out her hair and dry off. Too, she steps over to wipe steam off the mirror and glance over her reflection, lips twisting in a little smirk at the sight of faint bruising.

The towel gets left behind as she walks out into the room; she wants him to see the marks he's left behind. ]

I'm going to enjoy keeping you around quite a bit. You might be the only one on this ship who's not afraid to try and hurt me. [ She speaks casually, almost idle conversation as she walks to where she left her clothes, beginning to redress. ] I don't think I'm going to erase that just yet. Anger and hatred is quite useful.