He took the towel and did a quick job of drying off his hair and some of the beard. He started looking for a mirror to perhaps get that done with before glancing over at Bruce.

"Opinions on the beard?" he asked suddenly with a lift of his chin. The hair he was reasonably certain he'd be cutting, but he wasn't sure on the beard. Especially if he'd soon be stinking up a bathroom that someone else had to attend to.

All the same, the towel was wrapped around his waist accordingly. The scars looked... less terrible on his water-soaked skin. Just a little less like he'd been badgered, foxed, and lightly grizzlybeared.