Oh, and don't touch my stuff. At least not the big thing.

[Claude pokes his head out of the bathroom, half-undressed as he gets ready to shower. With absolutely no elaboration, he retreats back into the bathroom, and doesn't emerge again to join Lorenz until he's squeaky clean and in a fresh change of clothes. The muddy mess that was his previous outfit is dumped unceremoniously in with the laundry.]

You made tea? You're a lifesaver. [He enters the kitchen, pouring himself a cup -- and one for Lorenz, if he doesn't have one already.] Pretty sure I've never been that muddy in my entire life.