"Approximately 4000km, give or take, depending on what part of Russia. I assume you're referring to where we were on patrol last night. We flew to the Cosmodrome in Old Russia. Transmat and modern ships make it very quick."

Declan departed for his shower without further comment on anything, oblivious to the fact that something pretty had made him think of Aoba. While the Guardian didn't place certain words and values on things, habitually detached as he was, he did think Aoba was pretty. He was pale and soft and had lovely hair any Awoken would be proud of. He was also kind but courageous in the face of his unknowns. He had many traits that Declan could appreciate, and as such Declan saw fit to think about him while under fire, stop for a moment and pick up a pretty rock because he thought Aoba might like it. Simple as that. The Guardian acted on impulse when he wasn't given enough time to think things through. Fortunately, it was rarely a bad thing, aside from potentially endangering himself.

While Aoba and Ghost talked, Declan showered. It took the most time for him to get out of the armor and stack everything to be cleaned later. The showering was as quick as it could be while still thoroughly washing a giant. It gave Aoba plenty of time to grill the construct, at least.