The asset obediently rinses his hands off, uses soap even if there is some, though soap only goes on the right hand. The left just gets wiped down thoroughly with a cloth, whether provided or his own sleeve. He's still not entirely sure how well the local soaps mesh with the metal plates, he's been very careful about it. With no technicians around to fix it if it breaks, it seems prudent.

"I made a cover name," he says after that's done, while facing away from Angeal still. "I am using Ivan."