Honestly, it didn't make much sense to Spinister either. They had definitely not banged in a position where there should have been a paint transfer on his butt.

Either way, there wasn't much for it now.

Spin turns back around and casts a displeased glance at the occupied shower before making his way over to Brainstorm. He picks his way through the messy lab with surprising grace, almost silent, and any sounds he did invoke were lost under the hiss of water.

Once he reaches Brainstorm, he abruptly plucks the scientist up and off of his chair. Then he tucks the jet under an arm and starts making his way back to the door.