Prometheus nodded his thanks, and didn't need directions as he shed his suit jacket and headed towards the bathroom to clean up. A shower would be good. A shower might clear his head.

Methodically, he stripped down, undoing each remaining button with care.

The shower went on for a bit longer than what might be polite, but eventually he emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel and staring at his reflection in the mirror. Who was this face? Who was he now?