Nanako
Nanako, on the other hand, was all too aware of the blood that had soaked onto her, and while the headpat brought her a brief spark of warmth, it didn't last long. The squirrel girl nodded at Justice's suggestion before getting into the bathroom, stripping out of the tattered remains of her ring outfit and hanging her blood-soaked jacket up on the wall hook, barely remembering when she'd picked it up again from the debris. She knew how to get blood out of her fur, having had to take care of it after many fights, and went about the work quietly.
The warmth of the shower felt dulled against her skin as she went through the motions, scrubbing and rubbing with a damp towel. No matter how much blood came off, however, it seemed that there was still some left. After a while, the squirrel girl worked faster, switching to a fresh towel as the shower cleaned away the dirt and grime from the fight. At last, it seemed her hair was clean, but then she looked at what was left on her tail. Nanako's frustration grew as those thoughts she didn't want to have clawed closer and closer, the squirrel girl chucking the second towel with a frustrated grunt, the towel hitting the door with a wet slap before it slid down. Nanako stared at the spot where the towel had impacted for a moment before taking a deep breath, grabbing another towel, and getting back to work. Her tail was much harder work, owing to both the fur being thicker and there being far more that was soaked in blood. While most of it wasn't immediately obvious, the lighter streaks along the length of her tail had clearly darkened, though they were getting lighter with each round of dabbing the blood away.
At last, Nanako was fairly sure she'd gotten the blood off her tail. When she went one last time over her head, however, she could've sworn she'd come away with more blood. The water was starting to cool as she continued to clean it, certain she kept seeing more red where she'd thought she'd already cleaned all of it away. At last, the squirrel girl resisted the urge to throw this towel as well and squeezed it out, putting it on the rack to dry before looking over her blood-stained clothes. Frowning, Nanako toweled herself off and picked through her clothes for something that wasn't covered in blood, but no such luck. Shrugging, the squirrel girl left the shower without even bothering with a towel, entirely unconcerned with her nudity.
"Alright, I'm done," Nanako said, hopping up onto the bed and lounging back on it, unconcerned with the view she might have been giving the Rider, "Could you get my clothes to the laundry? Probably not the best idea to leave the room like this."