"Kind of conscious," Sulu admitted with a small smile, because it was the truth. He'd been awake and alert enough to know things were being thrown at him, but, well, anyone could be that alert, even when they weren't able to think straight. It just depended on their training - and Sulu had had training from the best when it came to situations like that. If only they'd prepared him for the potential of ghosts - but that was strictly a community thing. Like the zombies had been.

He frowned momentarily at the memory before tilting his head to banish the thought, keeping his eyes closed against the water even as he leaned his head back a bit, opening them only when he knew he'd be looking at Ianto. "It wouldn't work," he said easily, "I'm too stubborn. But. I'm going to slip if I so much as try to push you into the wall there, and believe me, that's what I want to do right now, so... Maybe we'll have to wait until we're out of the shower, okay?"