[When the PCD begins recording, there are a few small thumps and a frustrated groan heard from a fair distance away. The device itself is facing downward, and the noises are muffled, probably by something draped over the PCD.
It's another minute or so before light seeps into the view and Hitsugaya picks it up. He's wet but clothed where it counts, a towel hanging around his neck. He's obviously annoyed. When he notices it's recording, he moves to shut it off, then pauses. The debate within his mind is painted all over his face for several seconds before he finally decides to just blurt it out.]
I need a proper shower.
[Venting, demand, or request? Take your pick. But he doesn't answer that himself, gathering up his few supplies and turning the device off just as the view lands on two strange looking, disturbingly toothy fish laying dead on the bank of the river.]
Matsumoto. Where are you? Choose a place to stay and stay there.
If Lieutenant Havoc's home isn't equipped with running water, we've been offered use of Whipstaff. Just keep in mind that if you ever run into someone else while you're there, even myself, don't trust that person.