Izzy snorts, and wipes his forehead with his arm in an attempt to push his unruly hair back out of his eyes. There's the small of lye about the place as he does his best to get the grime out of his lost cause, but it is a losing battle. Something meditative to do while he thinks and works back over the events of the day. A little breather before going back into the wild energy of the party up top.

"I know. I'll come back up once I get this crust off. Shirt's proper focked."

This does, however, put him in the uncomfortable position of having his glove off and suddenly becoming very aware of it. His only option is to keep his hands in the scalding water, and so he does.

"Won't be a minute."