"I made sure it was at a temperature you liked," Jenny explains as he checks.

There's a sudden nervous timbre in her tone. She's never actually hung around while Bart showered and she's waiting, any moment now, for him to decide he wants to be alone. Which is the last thing she wants. What if that bruise on his forehead affected his nervous system? What if he collapses?

All these worries are annoying. She sighs, pulling her knees up to her chest.