They didn't head to the top deck to get to the stern of the ship---they took a series of several hallways, passing the galley and a storeroom full of cleaning supplies on the way. Garrison absently smoothed down the yellowish ears on his head as he led Nathaniel; no one really knew that he loved his ears stroked, and he tended to keep that a rather guarded secret. He didn't need the entire crew trying to grab them when he wasn't paying attention. When they entered the showers, he closed the door tightly and led Nathaniel to the last stall, where no one would be passing by.

"See these dials?" He stepped in and pointed to each, one colored red and one colored light blue. "These control how much water comes out of here." He pointed at the showerhead. "And the colors tell you what temperature each is. Red is always hot, and blue is always cold. You need to twist both to get a mix that makes the water warm, or cool, or hot. Understand? I can stay to help if you need it." He took a step out of the stall.