Emery looked at the shirt Samir mentioned and shook his head, "Yeah I guess it is. Wonder how long it's been here," he asked. He hadn't seen the shirt in a while, but he pulled it on nonetheless. His wet shirt ended up in a heap on the floor, never quite as neat as Samir. He dug around in his cargo shorts pocket, but looking for the change and deciding if he wanted to change them or wait for them to dry. He grinned in triumph when he felt the crinkle of a dollar bill between his finger, "Better than change, I've got some leftover allowance," he brandished the five as he pulled it out of his pocket, before stuffing it back in for safe keeping, deciding the shorts were fine, "Come on then, let's go."