"Hurry up," Starscream whispered impatiently as he opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. "I'm sure you know how to...use...what?"

Eying the facility, Starscream's pause was more one of surprise than shock. Gone were the pristine walls and clean fixtures he recalled from his morning cleansing; instead, a peculiar substance seemed to line many of the surfaces, and the pipes that transported the water to and fro were now exposed, cold to the touch. Looking about, he discovered a broken piece of metal that fit neatly into the door hinge, holding it open. Along one of the walls, a few of the ceramic water basins were damaged, their pipes either broken off or removed with some tools, no doubt. The liquid seeped through the thin material of his slippers, and Starscream let out a startled cry at the unexpected cold.

"In here," he finally called out after a while, walking over to the showers with increased curiosity. Of course, he had no intention of testing out whether they worked or not on his own; he'd let his test subject "Richard" investigate for him. "I do not know if the showers are still operational, but it cannot hurt to try, correct?"