Or...you know, something.

[He finally gets up off his stupid ass. As the lady commands. He starts forward, and though his eyes flick toward the word tattooed on her skin, he says nothing as he begins his tour. He sort of winces to himself as he realize there's hardly much to look at, but nonetheless carries on with his usual brand of enthusiasm.]

Locker rooms are over here, where yours truly spent many a day donning a lovely orange jumpsuit, perfect color for autumn.