"You're a very beautiful man. I'm not surprised it's saved your life before," Johanna notes wryly, sighing with relief as the hot tub comes into sight. She trips off her top, following by the wiggle out of her shorts and shoes, the socks going last as she makes her way, naked, to the hot tub. She perches at the edge, glancing over her freckled shoulder. "Coming?" she asks, knotting her hair up above her head.