Trying to ignore the looks he was getting, Guy went back to washing himself, running the washcloth over his arms. Suddenly feeling a hand against his skin, Guy jumped, quickly moving away from the touch. Seeing that it was the man who'd been eyeing him, Guy felt nervous, and cluthed at the washcloth in one hand, his other on the wall as he backed up a bit away from the other inmate.

"Can I help you?" he asked, trying not to judge the other man too quickly. For all he knew, he could just need to borrow his bar of soap... or something.