So it was technology of some kind that just... made things. The glare is still on his face, but the guy has a point. He needs to get dry. It's tough to work out if you're sick. A vague thought crosses his mind, wondering if this place had a gym.

As it were, he strips off the soaked through tank top to throw over his shoulder. "Fine. Where's a towel and some sweatpants? I'll dry off and wait for this rain to stop."