Garrison bit back a laugh at the way he sneezed. It was cute, endearing. He busied himself with studying the hem of the shirt he'd hung on the wall, keeping his eyes from scraping up and down the form. He'd have a hard time explaining any stupid things away, especially if he found himself visually enamored. That wouldn't breed friendship between Garrison and Nathaniel, he was sure.

He laughed again, feeling a bit free with the sound as he wrapped Nathaniel in a towel. "You do. It's faster than just wandering around, and you don't want to go around in damp clothes, it's pretty uncomfortable." He was careful, checking Nathaniel's ear for the universal translator, which was still there. "Dry off really well, then put these clothes on, and I'll have your old ones put in with the laundry." Technology had come a long way, at least; the crew had fresh, diverse food and clean clothes, which was more than could be said than the poor things that sailed oceans on old worlds.