"Aaah, I get the feeling they didn't plan for that." Jecht ran a hand through his hair, flicking drops of water out of it as the unruly mop rebounded. If anyone had the right to complain, he did -- what with not wearing a shirt and all -- but despite the icy water streaming down him as the last of the snow finished melting off him, he didn't seem bothered at all. Not so much as a goosebump. "You okay?"