Farfarello was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out the logistics of this, himself. Finally, he decided that, aside from the usual prison-shower-issues, bending at the waist was not going to be possible today. So instead he brought one leg up and braced his foot against the shower wall, in a stretch that would do a ballet dancer proud, then washed the leg that way. "I'll manage."

As for the actual question, Farfarello smiled a little. "I don't feel pain." It did come in handy, at times like this.