She's momentarily occupied with the towels but when she turns around and sees him behind her, cornering her in the doorway, Mina grins and with her free hand pulls him close by his damp shirtfront.

His hair is distracting, like this - she's still not used to the change - but her gaze skips over his eyes, his nose, that familiar sensual mouth, and she's satisfied at the recognition she sees there.

"...Come here." And then she tips her chin towards him, pulling him even closer and planting a firm but playful kiss on his lips.