He wanders over to where some recruits are drilling, and barks a few instructions at them for a few minutes, then tells them to carry on before wandering back over toward the barracks washroom.

It's deserted, as he expected - the troops, naturally, obey their Inquisitor without question. He glances around to make sure no one will see him slip inside, and finds her still hanging up her dirty clothes.

"We'll make sure they get washed thoroughly," he promises her with a faint smile, already working at the clasps on his armor.