( Benedikta looks at her for a long moment before letting her hand drop back beneath the surface of the water. Some battles simply aren't worth the effort: it's just a fucking bath, after all, and at the very least this woman didn't bring a handful of friends to fill the air with vapid chatter. )

Anyone else might wonder why this one has been left alone, while the others are so crowded.

( She replies, the tail-end of an eyebrow lifting a little way as she drapes an arm along the back of her own bench. Evidently she'd been successful in scaring away the rabble, but there's something about the tone of this woman's voice that suggests the usual methods won't work on her.

Interesting.

The corner of her lip quirks up in a humourless smile: )

I'm afraid you might find me a terrible bath-mate.