"I'm a marvel like... that..." I say, getting kind of distracted once there's clothes changing going on and I'm faced with the choice of averting my eyes or looking, which appears to be a genuine option.

I settle on half and half, stopping at the door, looking slightly to the side and putting a hand in front of my eyes.

...the fingers of which may not be entirely closed, this is the compromise I have settled on.

"...so that's how you do it with a shirt still on."