As he explains, she has to tamp down on a twinge of guilt. Does she know anything about him that isn't bear-related? She's spent so much time focused on that, it never really occurred to her to ask about the normal parts of his life.

Well, she can start making up for it, now. "What sort of stuff do you write about?" she asks, giving her hair one last squeeze before concluding that it's as dry as it's going to get without a towel. Now, the shirt. She peels the hem away from her body so she can start wringing out the cloth as best she can without just taking the whole thing off.