Her heart thumps almost painfully and she presses a hand there (Wait please - I still need that.) almost unable to look away.

"You're welcome, I -" she stammers, stepping backward with a bit less care than she probably should and knocking her back into the door with a solid thunk. She quickly fumbles for the doorknob - nearly losing grip on the top of her towel in the process. "I should let you get in if you still want the water to be warm."

And if she wants to have any hope of not making any more of an ass of herself.