The gear inside was all white and gray, though the boots were black leather. The space suit beneath everything else was in various shades of gray like all other things in Declan's home and life. They were thick fabrics as soft as cotton but obviously more durable. Comfortable and utilitarian. Military.

"The bathroom is right there. There should be hygiene products and other necessary things in the bag as well, like towels and body scrubs. She's very good about that, Miss Levante is. You go ahead and shower. I'll take one after you while you cook. Don't worry. I'll put the food in the fridge."

That said, Declan moved to fulfill the promise, picking up the food container and thudding quietly to the kitchen. He shifted slightly, his bulky, armored body not suitable for the small space, and eventually headed to the bedroom, pulling off the largest pieces of his gear to instead prowl around the home in just the padded under armor. Much easier to work in. Of course putting away the groceries didn't take long, which left the Guardian eventually just sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the television, which he didn't bother to turn on, too lost in his thoughts.